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the bottles stood intact in a ragged line on the beach’s burning sand silent sentinels taking a stand as the hypnotizing waves lapped nearby telling a tale of drowned sailors and a ship’s sad demise so near paradise and mere meters away from an island fit for castaways to live out their last days after a lifetime of piracy on the open sea searching the beaches for booty and unbroken bottles of good British rum
I really enjoyed this. I had to read it several times to fully get the experience. It was like sipping a nice glass of rum – and this from a girl who likes tequila! Very well crafted. ā¤
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Thank you Sharilynn!
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That was a mouthful! š
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I’ve been experimenting with free verse (Ferlinghetti’s my muse for this style) with mixed results. yesterday and today I have a flood of newcomers, but oddly hardly any of my regulars. Not sure what this means. You’re the only regular (besides Literary Remains) that has responded. Any theories?
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I receive more than 200 blog posts from the people I follow. If I miss one day of responding, I’ll never catch up. Your regular readers may have just missed the post as I do sometimes. Hey…don’t believe the stats.š
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Okay. Have a great day!
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