147. Encounter with a Nereid

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The Nereid, wondrous daughter of the sea.  Grace in water, yet lithe on shore, she rides waves as effortlessly as she walks ocean floor.  Her scale and skin glisten with aqua hue, hair trussed with seaweed, shimmers deep marine blue.  She searches shoreward for a quarry unknown, for someone or something, anything or anyone.  As she dances the sand she hums a sorrowful hymn, whose melody like a love lost, haunts my restless sleep.  So swift to temper at her solitude disturbed, her fury was like the wave breaking upon shore.  Half cry, half roar, she let fly a storm, wondrous daughter of the ocean, who’ll dance no more.


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