Twitter Writing – Natures antiseptic

The Atlantian port watch stared off into the horizon. What had been a single ridge in the ocean had grown into an increasing swell dotted with hundreds, maybe thousands, of white objects.

This far south they possessed no words for icebergs, but words would not have saved them from the rage of the ocean. It would embrace every inch of the island nothing would find refuge or perch. Natures form of antiseptic.

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