Lotophagous life amongst sea-lichens remains slumbered in spite of breaking light.

One decides ruminating amongst the dreams shall be unchosen in pref of beckoning beams.

As sun pinks a premise through coral-cornice’s ring of modillions marine, flippers flip towards yet unseen scene.

Could heaven be the other side or could it be the current milieu? Surely it merits a peek or two before diving into truest unblue blue. ; )

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