Sweet on Saltie, By Grin

Dear Sweet Saltie, My Pickle Brine: You are like the orchid that blooms each night in my dreams. I imagine my bow nestled against the soft rope braids that fringe your own.  We make bets about which sailor will fall into the sea next.  I miss your laugh. My memory of the sound water makes against yo

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