You sea! I resign myself to you also-I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me.We must have a turn together,I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land,Cushion me soft, rock me billowy drowse,Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you.
In the sea, Corr__ clumsiness will disappear, his weight cradled by the saltwater. I don__ want to say good-bye. I blink to clear my vision and reach up. I pull off his halter. The ocean is his love and now, finally, he__l have it. I back out of the surf. There__ a thin, long wail. Corr takes a labored step away from the November sea. And another. He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
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In the sea, Corr__ clumsiness will disappear, his weight cradled by the saltwater. I don__ want to say good-bye. I blink to clear my vision and reach up. I pull off his halter. The ocean is his love and now, finally, he__l have it. I back out of the surf. There__ a thin, long wail. Corr takes a labored step away from the November sea. And another. He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
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