Gulls are crying
just outside my
window, as I
construct a ship
in a bottle.
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2026 01:03
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Oh I like this one very much...very much indeed. The pairing of window with bottle is ingenious and the metaphoric implications are multiple. Every once in a while someone writes something that you wish you had written yourself and this is one. This is a definite fave
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Nicely word.
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