Sunken Throes of shadowy shapes flit over the ocean floor, covering the aquatic wild#life in bleakness. A beacon beeping red to the second, illuminates the reefs, bathing them in blood. Seaweeds, well just being there, floating about, casting luminous silhouette, tentacle-like. Fishes, asleep(?) or otherwise, swimming about, oblivious of the storm above. Battleships.
Bread Simple flour coming from the mills by the river. Moulded and baked. Labelled and sold. Really just as simple as that. The staple of #life.
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