Counterfeit Memories: The Turquoise Heart of Chaos

Updated: Sep 30

I stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean.


With every breath, the tide rose.


It was methodical.


Waves lurched forward---a rabid dog gnashing its teeth.


Rising, building, and eventually collapsing on the rocks like a felled domino.


White edges surrounded a turquoise heart of chaos.


With each beat, a rolling thunder reverberated through the cove---the war cry of the sea.



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