Samuel Greenspan
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Bitter/Sweet
Everett awoke, as seemingly endless bittersweet mornings before, cradled between a heap of discarded shipping boxes and a monochromatic blanket retrieved from a hospice donation center. His weathered, solemn brow and slipshod beard still held the crystalline rime of a January night spent under the oceanside boardwalk. He preferred to keep close proximity to the ocean, for the tides lived in his bones as much as they did in the motherly cradle of the earth; forever undulating in tandem between his angelic best or the regrettable business of existence. As of this moment, the only source of palpable warmth visible to an onlooker about his complexion was the perennial ardor of Everett’s dark blue eyes, which rarely failed to greet each new day preciously albeit not without hesitance learned from indefinitely measured time spent merely subsisting.
By Samuel Greenspan3 years ago in Families