#sharing something vulnerable

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Seafoam gathers in clouds upon the shore, A burgeoning storm.

The water surges and icy fingers grip my ankles, pulling me under.

Salt sea-grass floats in formation as if waving to an old friend or dancing to a melody I cannot hear.

I reach out, but I cannot touch.

Deeper still I sink past drowned temples of marble; old gods and the young men who worshipped them.

Grinning catfish glide beneath me, mute in their mirth. They cannot laugh this deep.

And then through the darkness I see sunshine a lick of yellow a single star that flickers blue