Saturday, 1 November 2025
Feeding Frenzy
The streetlights opened a gateway into the sea, a boatman stood guard, catching the free-loaders patiently.. tiny boats spread out, widening their net, blinking in assured security.. sea gulls swooped in excitement, loving this guard detail.. the wind went wild igniting a feeding-frenzy of its own.. the clouds swarmed, mute spectators to their contorting reflections.. an eagle swoops in free fall, high on the moment.. the sun rises on the throne of clouds, mirrored in the sea..
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