We both wait for the ship that never comes.
Flowers in hand, I stare at the bright waves until my eyes grow tired of the promise of an elusive future and my focus turns to memories.
You have no worries about the days ahead as you prance in the foam, dedicating yourself to each moment, thrilled to find a clam.
Written for Three Line Tales 236.
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