Canary Islands 2003

Family. Vacation. Beach, beer, banter, bullshit. Repartee sword fights and raillery.

Fun, but tiring. So I dive into the ocean.

Barely notice the undertow of bleakness carrying me out to sea.

I shout “I love you.” Knowing they’ll never hear.

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