Night I walk the dog late at night, around the streets until we stand on the prom looking out to sea. You can see for miles, the water black and still. Emptiness where the town ends and the sea begins. Lights of the houses behind and if you're quiet— sounds you can't actually hear like the clock ticking on the wall, a TV flaring in the dark, kettle hissing steam... Sometimes there's a kid with a skateboard, no cars, they rarely pass by at dusk, and a ship dancing on the water, not quite an island but beckoning, as islands do. Arriving or leaving - grey ghosts rising on the swell like messages in the air.
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