When the sea comes to you

We move from cubicles to cubicles, insulated in condos whose roofs hide the sky, trying to accommodate a face for everybody and it just takes an odd rain in March and the transient yet eternal wind, unperturbed by the specks of dust that we are, to present itself; wavered by its breath, we cease to be still.

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