Brine

Quemis

Life is the time spent tacking in and out of an eternal headwind,
between long and wicked storms,
in a featureless infinity
of cold,
uncaring
brine.



  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 24th, 2020 19:20
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