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The sea comes in broad strokes. The islands
Like brothers holding hands
To those who have difficulty breathing like me
Provide lung washing service, sea breeze, and rainstorm
All free of charge; for the basilisk
His mournful wolf howl from the north
was tempered by the waves
Suffocated for too long, we were like two mud snails
Struggling to spit out the mud in our throats
He, like me, has been refined by the harsh climate of the land
He has a coarse mouth like me
He is different from me, carrying a bare head and letting the sunshine bring out the salt
About the Creator
Ann M Hollins
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