A Sestina By: Aaron Endré Thin vanilla clouds hang suspended above an ocean of deep blues and greens. Seaweed lifelessly floats on the breaking shoreline. In the distance a boy builds a castle of sand and dreams as seagulls fly overhead singing their song of hunger and despair. In a moment his mother will beckon … Continue reading
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