On
the shores laid Auli. And in her lie dormant too, like her eyes, the
remembering of seas left slumbering. Once was forgotten the places
she had been. From storms of rain and fire and sticks she fled, not
scared but savoring. Freedom, wind, and care.
Watched
as they hung, fingertips straining, on the cliffs of desire. That
when the thunder passed they might climb back into the soft arms of
eden. Skies turning color, like leaves, like dreams.
In
the fog of a frozen dawn she awoke. And heard what she thought she
had left behind. The steady but soft pull to scream. As demons, they
seemed. Not horns but spears, lances, swords. This earth was theirs
but if only they could have more.
And
then Auli knew. The cliffs had fallen. On this soft sand lay all that
could have been but was ignored. That rain is water and desire its
shore.
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