MLMM First Line Friday

Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea. He missed this sight you see, the satiny ruffles of various blues dotted with sparkles from the sun or moon. He longed for the emersion, endless floating, quietly on calm waves.

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