holding onto the seams

The semester is well under progress. Readings, projects, response papers, and essays are creeping up on the horizon. Always looming, but for now, we pretend to be ships lost in the fog, unaware and unconcerned. Revelry continues, until that sudden lurch, that sickening crunch when the hull meets the crags. Same old trajectories for the tales of shipwrecks. But there had been gems of days. The barnacle-covered chests of two-hundred-year-old wines. Some memories age well with time. And hahaha, unable to milk the ship analogy any further. Bah.
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