Jeg fikk litt lyst til å skrive om hav og å drukne seg i det, jeg også.

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She dug her toes down underneath the shells, the seaweed was her hair and trickled down her spine. She felt the seagulls sizzle in her ears and nibble at her earlobes. Her eyes looked like fire, like glowing metal, but the rest was salty water.

A wave splashed over her slippery, white skin, and she rolled over the round stones. Sunk her fingers into the clay and breathed out some crystallised sailboats. Then she visualised him, sitting there, looking at her. She said “let’s crawl in under the duvet”, and lifted up the ocean lid. She whispered him a secret or two, and then she felt the heat of sleep embrace her.

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Jeg googla 'drowning', dette var det første bildet: