The Sunday Whirl

It was so rainy I looked outside to see my yard turned into a branch of the ocean. The stone wall separating me from the channel bar had shifted slightly; as if that was possible! Downed scarred trees started to drift by in the darkened water. My eyes were seeing what my mind could not honor. All the magical charms of safety were laid upon the hearth in hope of safety. As my home collapsed and I too was adrift, I saw the amulets and magic disappear.

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Wordle 621