And my coracle has come through the waves, down the swells of the sea, and I see a shore aside me but I am not going there yet, not yet. The lacquer and gears have stood up well to the salt, and I do not wish to run aground, I should not stop, I must not stop. But I see another woman, paler even than I am dark, and with her in the water and myself on it, we are keeping pace a moment.
"Lady!" I say, because it never hurts be polite, and I am hardly going to call her hey you. "Are you alright? Would you like to come aboard?"
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Date: 2011-03-13 10:55 pm (UTC)"Lady!" I say, because it never hurts be polite, and I am hardly going to call her hey you. "Are you alright? Would you like to come aboard?"