Wailing Sea

Cresting waves moaned like an old man’s ache. One who carried the weight of the sea’s breadth and depth; the grief of every sailor lost; the sorrow of every child who’d breathed him in; and each Siren’s anguished scream. A myth I’d always believed until he came and greeted me.

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