BREATHING OUT

the house was a fire of voices   a child on the front porch sang a song about water and boats   floor boards language inner travel from room to room   burnt evening skies brushed the house with setting shadows as night breathes out a deep sigh of quiet

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The bow carved a sharp signature through oceans charm; a moment of perfection.   It was a revival of solitude, a refuge, seamless, unhurried, exposing soft edges.   The wind was well mannered. The boat maintained its space, cutting a pathway from inspired design, slicing through without compromise.   The rudder boasts a worthy thirst, … More COMMAND