It is a thick, velvet INK... the sort of water you swim through in your dreams... thick and warm
It is the sort of dark blue water that scares me - in an awed way
That blue makes me think of the deep-set eyes of old men, tanned from a summer of sitting on park benches or the improbably blue eyes of infants--a colour that never seems to last past their first year. There aren't really any words for that blue, only pictures of the things it brings to mind...
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It is a thick, velvet INK... the sort of water you swim through in your dreams... thick and warm
It is the sort of dark blue water that scares me - in an awed way
That blue makes me think of the deep-set eyes of old men, tanned from a summer of sitting on park benches or the improbably blue eyes of infants--a colour that never seems to last past their first year.
There aren't really any words for that blue, only pictures of the things it brings to mind...
x.g.
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