Auke Bay was still,
save for the salty tide
slowly rising closer
to the rock where
a lone form was perched,
staring out towards the horizon
and tugging her jacket closer
as a presumptuous breeze
ran its fingers through her hair,
her own thoughts drifting
and tangling together
and, like this wind,
taking no direction
but wreaking disorder
and preventing her heart
from rest she so eagerly desired,
and yet –
Auke Bay was still.
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