Seaside Storm
Black, clouded evening moving against the bloodied sky - encroaching storms upon a roaring, daunting sea, a dark tongue extruding, tasting salt on the evening wind, while whipping whitecaps, keep time with the crescendoing sound of breakers. ----------- There will be rain in the morning, subduing the sunshine - grounding the butterflies.
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