In other news, my camera is broken. It didn't survive a term with my sister.
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The Striding ManShe dreams about the Striding Man, arm outstretched, trident in hand; she dreams about his fierce, beautiful face and the ceaseless flow of the world around him. She dreams in blue, turquoise and green, shot through with dashes of weakened sunlight that flickers as if it is trying to stay alive in that deep, dark place, but is overpowered. She dreams of fish and shells and the deep pull and thrust of the tide, the shadowed murk of the bottom of the sea; where the boat lies, rotting now.The Striding Man
It used to be bright and bold, that boat. It scythed through the waters at all times of the day and
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