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Retirement

He sat in the shade of palm trees
every day with the same brand of tea
bag hanging from his fingers
and he called the sea
in its own language - breathing.
Rest, and then a gentle swell.
When it drew close he dipped the bag
to tame the water into tea
but watched it roll away each time.

One day he heaved the trunks down,
lashed them together,
built a raft.
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slowly but surely. 3/6 so far

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:iconanavah:
i've heard retirement can feel like a deserted island if you feel useless.

well done.

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:)

I especially like the part about calling the sea in it's own language.

and the ending

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:iconhell-on-a-stick:
nice spin.

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