This is where old sailors come to rest, where tides roll in and out. With no land in sight, just twelve knots forward and endless stars to guide you through the night. This is where the mermaids come to say hello and lead you to Neptunes' land, where you'll live with other salty dogs right where you belong. You'll hear the props of the boat above that brought you here now, heading back to shore. The dried teardrops of loved ones remembering you as the quiet takes center stage now and forever more. I swim with others and alone in spirit form, water rushing through my gills as I move like a dolphin with speed and hairpin moves through the cool water and the wonders yet to see. I am the salt of the sea right where I need to be. Farewell, my earthly sailors. You have many seas to sail. And when your time has come, and you can say you've rung more salt out of your socks than most have sailed on, we will watch crystal waters turn gray with ash as you're welcomed to Neptune and a sailors well deserved resting place.
MO
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