Waves splashing, singing, shouting, seriously slapping wetter ferociously wildly in the wilderness. Dune grasses and mounds of sand stirred up like sloppy stone soup, sucking and sipping.
Supping on furious fishes from fast white water rapids, while catfish are becoming scarce and extinct.
Rolling, rocking on a boat, holding on securely, spitting up silver onto a shoreline, spending money you do not need.
Feeding fondly on fruit and fish deeply in your belly, unbuckling your belt and brushing up onto the beach.
Pirates lashing swords in black boots wringing necks of sea monsters, slashing out with forked tongues, bending, breaking, piercing, whispering words of wishful wonderment.
Dark green opaque sunglasses, hiding, mirrored lenses reflecting, secretly withholding eyes.
Having scrolls of ancient history highly hung overhead, interpreting age old print, hands pointed and fingers not touching the precious parchment.
Sea monsters' songs sprung from cesspools drowning him out because he tried to drown you. The Song of the Sea changes lives, wanting, wishing to live forever, swimming safely away.
Spreading pages of books, burning, as you are breathing, minds becoming heavier and heavier, thinking, brainstorming, thunder storming.
Writing on a page in your own book in a novel with a story of a war that you have won.
Hearing the sounds of clapping, clanging cymbals! Trumpets shrilly shouting! Becoming bugles, audible to all types of audiences.
Teaching toe touching, dance stepping. Tongues waggling, wiggling, singing songs soundly.
Punishing pain pushing away, vanishing, the broken becoming mended.
Mysterious music of the sea smiling at me, as beautiful today as she did yesterday.
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