Picture: taken in 2005Story: written in 2004********************************Alone at SeaI'm alone on this boat, passing through the sea. Standing here in the dark of night, riding with the falling waves, praying that soon this fog will fade. But it has not, it will not. Forever it will grow. I flick on my starboard light, and peer into the deadly white. “Will you ever leave me be.” I scream to
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