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To the sea or some beautiful thing

At times when I am world-weary and weighed down with lassitude I hear the sound of waves flying against the shore-- a reminder of our evolution from specks in the heart of the sea. We've seashells for ears; all of us.
"In the black hours when I lie sleepless,
near drowning, dread-heavy, your face
is the bright lure I look for, love’s hook
piercing me, hauling me cleanly up."

- Kim Addonizio, Mermaid Song.

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#Kim Addonizio #mermaid song

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