The air tinged slightly with the taste of salt. Bobbing along the waves like a fishing lure, their boat waited for their return. Many times they had come to this "port." The wall they sat upon, made with the utmost attention to precision, seemed to hold back the sands that spread out from the ocean. While the muddled greens and browns of the grass behind them had seen so much. But this was the last time they would see this memory. She looked at him, and asked, "Are you sure?" He gazed into her emerald green eyes and responded, "We've been through Hell before, what makes this any different?"
Huh huh? Whaddya think?
Words tend to fly around my brain. Especially as I prepare for a 13 hour day.
And I had a dream with a secret zombie.
Methinks I'm gonna go find something to drink And, I forgot to put in the pillars.
Perhaps overdone.
Who knows.
Oh and our neighbors dogs are back. That's right, you heard me.
Weeeellll, I thinks it's about time to be hittin the ole, dusty trail.
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