Cai brought five writing dresses for five days on the ocean. Black waves with silver on top, like sticky fur, curl into white. I tell her she does look like the moon. She’s been told this before. As the sun sets, the ocean matches the color of my eyes, or maybe it’s just a reflection. So often when I’m writing it is set in the immediate place. Writing about the ocean at the ocean. Where do I go to write about the past?
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