Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita hadn’t missed out on monsoon season – it’d driven and battered its way through the ocean, along the sea, twisting and turning until the Ark had seemed insignificant out on the waves, small, little, nothing in the great melee. They’d survived – but there were haunting conjectures to the little adventure.
It seemed to resonate here too, along the coast, where debris rested, collected from bombardments, settling in on the tides until the currents brought them in, and there they were, stuck in the sand. She noted portions of wood and docks, as if pulled away from its settlements the anchors gone, and fled down further – along with nets, lines of fishing wire that would likely harm some local flora and fauna, and an array of other things.
And though the sun threatened to beat down, the morning should’ve been early enough to get a move on. She might not have been native to this region, but she loved and cared for it just the same. There was no sense in leaving the refuse here. So, she’d posted notes along the boards, then hustled down to the beach, Fangorn at her ankles, immediately grabbing hold of a large piece of wood, and hauling it over to start a pile.
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Open PQ to clean up debris from the monsoon season!
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PQ will move on when the slots are all filled! Thank you!
It seemed to resonate here too, along the coast, where debris rested, collected from bombardments, settling in on the tides until the currents brought them in, and there they were, stuck in the sand. She noted portions of wood and docks, as if pulled away from its settlements the anchors gone, and fled down further – along with nets, lines of fishing wire that would likely harm some local flora and fauna, and an array of other things.
And though the sun threatened to beat down, the morning should’ve been early enough to get a move on. She might not have been native to this region, but she loved and cared for it just the same. There was no sense in leaving the refuse here. So, she’d posted notes along the boards, then hustled down to the beach, Fangorn at her ankles, immediately grabbing hold of a large piece of wood, and hauling it over to start a pile.
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Open PQ to clean up debris from the monsoon season!
1.
2.
3.
PQ will move on when the slots are all filled! Thank you!
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
