Saturday, June 26, 2010

In the Rigging

The Saint Elmo's Fire is thick in the riggin' and the bo'sun is gone. There's a star shining where none should, and the rain has frozen in the sky. In the end, the last sailor could only raise a hand to either plead or defy the unnatural nature of the moment. Good night, Good night good crew of the Mary Celeste.

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