meet you on god’s golden shores

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The minutes before a Maine sunset stretch out longer than they should. They make me want to crawl beneath the waves and emerge only to tempt drunken sailors’ dreams of mermaids.

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Author: skye

I aspire to be a bright-eyed girl in a big city, even though I wear glasses and live in what amounts to a hole in the ground.

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