Atlantic, My Love

Atlantic, here I come! Graceful as a 3-legged duck.

Truly, the Atlantic is a wild, fierce, glorious Power. Her pull is undeniable; Her mass inescapable. She is incomparable.

She is the ocean in my head, the deep dark that used to scare the piss out of me, the Great Eye. Oh, She.

Tiamat. Nammu. Thalassa

There is no substitute, and separation is agony.

 

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