The wind slipped leeward and behind the rocks.
All the gulls had gone to nest.
Even the ocean’s undulating tumult was subsiding.
And the next word I heard
Was no word at all:
The sunset swiftly gathered away the light
as if in fear of night’s latent fury.
A hush descended like an inverted emotion.
My heart plunged into the deep.
Moonlight played a sorrowful tune upon the water.
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