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The Ocean’s Fairy Dust

By : January 10, 2022 Comments Off
“Are you gonna sweep that up?” I ask, as she tracks sand onto my welcome mat. “It’s the ocean’s fairy dust,” she says, and smiles with sunshine caught in her teeth. That night she takes off her coverup like a selkie shedding her skin. There are no scales underneath but I swear when the ocean speaks it speaks only to her. “Do you hear voices in the wind?” I ask her the following morning as I watch her close her eyes and hear the gulls and the breeze and the slow changing of the world. “Sometimes,” she says, “but I mostly just hear you snoring.” I laugh and pull her close as I fall asleep on a damp towel with her sandy legs pressed against mine. Her hair smells of
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