The Raft

We built the raft on a whim, nothing more, but there was something inevitable about the way it drew us in, two young lovers adrift in each other with the ocean beckoning. A hypnotic rhythm of surf and sea, chopping and securing, time passing only in the lessening sun, we were living a dream.

Nobody expected us to sail away. Nobody thought our little raft of branches, twine and love would float. But it did.

The sun warmed our hearts and the moon lit our way, the undulating water like rain upon our skin a liquid refreshment to body and soul. We drenched ourselves in it, our kisses of saline lips and reflected sunsets all we required.

We’d never come back. Why would we?


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