A wooden raft haphazard craft buoyed by curiosity, and boy she's curious indeed...
Set out to find the forgotten cities, granted passage through the blissful in-between, adrift in the Kingdom of azure green.
Most of the time it's just she and the grand grey-ed Sea, who escorts her wherever she dreams to be for he takes whimsy very seriously. Ever abroad the two are decidedly odd and charmed company.
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But below a blue moon in the heart of a storm when the troubled waves tremble and night winds assemble in ghostly forms,
The Sea will raise his stately neck, and he'll sigh a mournful sigh when he lays that great head on deck.
Oh hold her steady, the mast is already rocking back and forth! Please hold her steady oh she's already rocking back and forth!
His pearly beard will fan wide and in this sudden aside the cresting tide will come to rest on her tenuous shore.
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"Cradle him in your wooden hands for you are so far from sight of land..."
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Alas the Sea will then, Oh but he will again. Oh he'll slip out these slits in salty drops, mourning the aching adult loneliness that has only this vessel -wasteful though it is- only this haphazard craft, in which to empty his burdensome hope.