I can taste your salty fear.
The sky is brooding and heavy with elephantine clouds.
There are yet many more raindrops which will fall and fill these heaving waters.
I hear the splashing and the thrashing. The water fills my ears and my mouth.
I want to reach for you. I want to help you.
We rise and fall on the neverending waves.
Please, don't reach for me.
I am not driftwood.
I fear we shall both drown.
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