On on on such a hot day, this cool, cold, chill water should have been a blessing. A gift from above. Salving parched lips and cleansing a hundred wounds.
But on on on such a dread day, this cool, cold, chill water was nothing but an open grave lapping over the sides, reaching out dead hands for our misbegotten flesh.
I bailed for hours until the last last last child had tipped away and vanished. And then there was nothing left but to sit back and add my tears tears tears to the sea salt consuming our horrid little boat.
But on on on such a dread day, this cool, cold, chill water was nothing but an open grave lapping over the sides, reaching out dead hands for our misbegotten flesh.
I bailed for hours until the last last last child had tipped away and vanished. And then there was nothing left but to sit back and add my tears tears tears to the sea salt consuming our horrid little boat.
