A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 154, Sunday
June 3rd, 2017
Chapter Seven: Ocean
On thin strips of wood, in fragile dugout canoes, they hurled their bodies onto the rivers and lakes.
They threw themselves into the sea, just as their ancient forebears had done when they crossed the stars.
They were looking for new ways of life among the waves, and currents, and tides, a life on the water.
They were searching for mysteries in the deep, beneath the ever changing face of the water’s surface.
They lived on their little skiffs, casting spears, and nets, and lines with hooks into the water from which they drew their catch.
They spent their days on the water beneath the sun, paddling to and from the shore, diving into the shallows to gather, clams and oysters, and muscles.
They spent their nights under the flowing lights of the stars.
The stars sang to them, each glowing orb with a voice its own, and they imagined a galaxy, every bright light, suspended in liquid, soaring through the ether.
Many were swept away in the accidental crossing of storms.
Others clung to their tiny crafts, their rafts, and found their way to other shores, thousands of miles from home.
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