From: noreply@pugleaf.net.invalid   
      
   > To the Sea Angel   
   >   
   > Riptide waves,   
   > there goes the sea angel,   
   > right above the waves.   
   >   
   > These mystery years,   
   > where would I be without them?   
   > What if I'd stayed happy?   
   >   
   > Years lost,   
   > these last few I've played catch up,   
   > drifting from the shore.   
   >   
   > Barnacles on an olive shell,   
   > brain choral in my mind.   
   >   
   > Instrumental tune,   
   > made by the incoming waves.   
   >   
   > I tossed a starfish back in,   
   > watched it twirl away,   
   > and thought of you.   
   >   
   > -Will Dockery (1997)   
      
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