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skonen_bladesClosets are for clothes, they say. They’re also for monsters. The water near the beach is mimicking the curled-up dragon glittering of your green eyes. The sun is reaching down to silence our conversation before it can get too heated. It’s too nice a day, too nice a beach, to ruin it with history books.
Four scars and seven years ago, our forefathers who art in heaven, hollow be their names, trespassed against us. Now we must forgive those we trespass against. Bringing forth a new nation on earth as it is in heaven, giving us our daily bread. Lead us not into liberty’s temptation, and deliver us from the proposition that all men are created equally evil. For thine is the the civil war, testing whether ourselves can long endure, for ever and ever, amended.
Though time marches on, you and I will be here forever, looking at the ocean and daring to be still instead of moving. Daring not to talk. Taking in the ocean and feeling as calm as the gentle lapping near our toes, feeling the surf keep time with the pushing of our hearts. We turn off our engines, listen to the wind, and coast.
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Four scars and seven years ago, our forefathers who art in heaven, hollow be their names, trespassed against us. Now we must forgive those we trespass against. Bringing forth a new nation on earth as it is in heaven, giving us our daily bread. Lead us not into liberty’s temptation, and deliver us from the proposition that all men are created equally evil. For thine is the the civil war, testing whether ourselves can long endure, for ever and ever, amended.
Though time marches on, you and I will be here forever, looking at the ocean and daring to be still instead of moving. Daring not to talk. Taking in the ocean and feeling as calm as the gentle lapping near our toes, feeling the surf keep time with the pushing of our hearts. We turn off our engines, listen to the wind, and coast.
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