Publish or perish, or something. Obviously less good than the other one, but I'd feel guilty about not posting something, and I want to work on my stories a bit more. (Granted, I did earlier today, too, but D&D and Cities: Skylines kind of devoured my whole day, fam.)

Anyways!

He came from the sea on a midsummer morn,
The nothing-faced boy with the salt-wrinkled hands.
He put on the clothes which he never had worn
And marched from the waves through the desolate sands.

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