i'm a sucker for this theme because i happen to be surrounded by seagulls at the moment. and hoards of seaweed (sneaky hiding place for blue manowars, watch yo step).
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plunges into the waves and out from the underside, emerges
like a flying fish
she leans into the crest
not to be taken down
or if it be so
fills her lungs with the biggest breath
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sounds like: daft punk -- get lucky
tastes like: cachaça on the sand. homemade pizza burrata from the cutting board.
