User:PollyGolightly

27-07-1934

02-08-1965

06-08-1965

half sinking into time.

the door is old pine, soft with rain.

two wooden fishes hang there —

carved decades ago,

maybe between storms,

maybe just to make the water feel closer

when winter locked it away.

every visitor runs a hand across them,

like knocking on a story.

waiting for the door to open.

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