I'm writing…
I'm dreaming rich. All-encompassing. I smell and taste. Touch. I see and hear. I dive in and resurface.
By day, I offer my bare back to the Sun. She licks me yearningly, fierce. Salty droplets creep down the hairline. Fists are tingling. Shovel is gleaming.
I sing 'till I remain voiceless. In bitter silence, gorge walls reverberate my song.
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