at first, we dragged our feet
at the bottom of the sea
when water still spoke in serrated whispers
that only we could hear —
but soon we lost our fortunate foothold
& were bound to face
the smothering tides.
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Another Wandering Soul 
You say a lot in a few words. I see someone stuck to the bottom of the ocean, the tide mounting, leaning against the wave. I wrote a crazy story once, about a wave, a wave that would continue forever. It’s still one of my favourite stories but I find it’s too out there in large part. I feel like I could have injected your poem into it.
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Oh that sounds very interesting, Trent… and a bit scary, too. Better not be caught up in that wave!
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It’s all good. You got me thinking about that story, I posted it once but just had a look, it needs some serious shaping up and revisiting. Maybe I’ll dress it up and take it out for a stroll. Thanks for the bit of inspiration. Needed on dreary, rainy, very quiet and strange Sunday morning.
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Oh, do let me know if/when you get it ready in case I miss it – would love to! Have a good Sunday… rain can be very inspiring. 🙂 Stay safe!
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Beautiful ❣️
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Thank you! 🙂
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Most welcome ❣️
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