The Sandbank
By benafim
The Sandbank When the river meets the ocean it strives to remember its nascent and a sandbank of sadness forms. A ship can, in moonless nights, run aground and get stuck in deep melancholy and her crew will never be able to forget their dread. Forever tramp, in a haze of gloom, on a rusty deck- striving to recall a mythical childhood land where summers, by the river’s banks, were warm and long, the future a thrilling dream of daring things to do when reaching adulthood. Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 01:11 AM PST 0 • 13
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