as the storm churns above, emotions from the past float up to the surface for just a brief moment. they quickly sink back to the bottom to be forgotten; buried in the sea.
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it's not about these emotions.
they don't matter.
they don't move the plot.
they just establish the character.
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the swell isn't quite finished yet. it rockets other feeling out of the clutches of the sea's dark fingers. long forgotten, they had been sunk to the deep sometime before modern history. they see the light of day for the first time in years.
the calm sets in and the crust of barnacles peel themselves from the sides, rejuvenating those long lost treasures. those ancient relics float on the surface in the sunlight.
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it's the same sunlight that touches down in a parking lot as two old friends say goodbye. the two had never touched before, but each had dreamed of at one point in their lives.
it is only then that it is realized that those emotions might be destined to sink again too. the sailor unfurls his sail down the length of the mast.
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