WaterText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIf you are feeling hopeless,then give up hope. I won’ttell anyone. I won’t tell youto put on a brave face or feelbetter about yourself. I won’ttell you to wash your hair orpick up the dirty clothes. Youdon’t know where to begin. Idon’t know where to end. Weare water. We slosh this wayand that. Sometimes we splashup against a boat, a dock, theshore. Fish swim through us.Rocks sink. There are pebblesand little pieces of glass andthere are sticks and there areshells and there are fragmentsof bone. The garbage floats—a plastic cup, a beer can. Some-times the sand beneath us getsstirred up. Sometimes it sitsperfectly still.
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Published on December 07, 2024 23:38