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A Weak, Gasping Light
A weak whistling light, gasping for breath; a sunflower, sniffing the air, planted at the ocean bed, on the ancient slippery rocks; and a lantern, in the captain’s hand. Two open eyes meant not to see but to be seen, eyelids – hammer iron! from the mighty skies, all white around with darkness in the middle, smiles! oh, but the terror of the restless hearts... thumping, hidden, like seashells underneath them, struggling wings over the ocean bed. Photo: Conner Baker