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Michael Lord Sep 23
Ferry rocks on waves
Teddy bear reeks of *****
Seagull soars past me
I once experienced a very stormy, wind-blown crossing of the Strait of Juan de Fuca.  Many a traveler were half armpit supported, half drug out onto the open deck where they cemented cold hands to the steel railing and hurled breakfast into the sea.
Kaiden A Ward May 2019
Night creeps forth and
As I lay in bed, I
Feel the tug of the tide
On my soul
As the moon passes overhead
And my body remembers
The gentle rock
And salty caress
Of the sea
As I float, adrift offshore.

The feeling
Of the ocean’s waves breaking
Sinks into my bones,
And, like a lullaby,
It lulls me to sleep.

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