Sometimes, during recess, the strangest thoughts pop into my head. Today, sitting here in Newport, with that icy wind whipping off the ocean, it feels… different. The sea in winter isn't like in the summer stories. It’s a big, gray, rumbling giant, and it makes me feel this weird mix of things. It's like a song you almost remember, a little sad, a little like you miss something you never even had. It’s too big to explain with just words, you know? It makes you quiet inside.
Stephaniia
Winter Whimsies by the Briny Deep
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