if I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned, why, in the
name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus
far and contemplate sand and trees?
-Stephen Crane
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We stand in semi-circles
smiling sad
all shifting feet and gilded promises
about staying in touch
as if our camaraderie
could span the distance