Through the mist. The sound of drunken oars.
Water like blood. Swishing against the hull of the boat.
Singing softly. The man in the boat rows his way into the sun.
Soon the sun will be a half-moon in orange.
The mist. A wall of gray.
The night. A sheet of black metal.
The boat a red spot dwindling. Into the shadows.
Drifting across the water.
Late into the night.
Residue of a dream. Awaiting.
The morning light.
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