The elements around me are stone.
All I see is mossy earth.
I see it when I close my eyes,
and when I open them,
I feel it.
I can taste the water
and the salt in the air.
I can feel the stone
around my shoulders,
my eyes,
my heart.
Who knew a dead man could be so...
perceptive.
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