The Water Calls

As the snow deepens into winter you are reminded of a long lost friend that left the north for warmer parts. The palm trees...The sand.... The humid nights with the music under the stars. Your front door opens and the wind brings forth the chill of January...He stands there clutching the shovel his beard frozen to his collar. His dreams are your dreams you are ready to be Off Island.


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