Seacleric / Seapriest
Seacleric / Seapriest: A gender connected to being a seacleric / seapriest, being from sea/ sea-aligned and cleric / priest.



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Seacleric / Seapriest
Seacleric / Seapriest: A gender connected to being a seacleric / seapriest, being from sea/ sea-aligned and cleric / priest.

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Sea Priest - Deadalus
Pruned from being at sea too long, buried in the salty reverberations of the waves and an infatuation with the saline scent. The distortion if one were to listen only to the ruckus of waves, and never the entirety of the depths of marine affinity. Find more from the Chicago Sea Priest here.
The sailboat rides streams of blackened shades of faded blues. We said it looks like someone spread their hand across a green mountain who had crystal shadow blue creeks vine through its peeks, collected the colors in hand like a child picking up sand. It looks like they spread their fingers over the floor of the sea, and let the colors breeze down, there was the ocean. I stared so long at the line that ended the blues, that my limbs one by one went numb from focusing too long on an end that was no end at all. One by one my toes froze and legs locked, a tingle swam the body of me as the sailboat swam the body of sea. Until eventually, I was numb from the idea of an end, and covered like a kid buried in sand, in the salty reverberations of the waves.