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In antiquity
The word “blue” did not exist
Just the wine-dark sea
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Ahna Lewis
Just a high school English teacher who never quite got over her dream of becoming an author. :)
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Brilliant and so, so true. "Long afloat on shipless oceans, I did all my best to smile, 'til your singing eyes and fingers, drew me loving to your isle." "Song of the Siren" - Tim Buckley
oh wow this was so good. I had to reread three times each time I found more meaning
Really love this!