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an old unused lighthouse above the sea level

Kelly Lacy

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“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”

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The Alchemy by Carri Thurman (via wellconstructedsentences)

Wow, this is a powerful piece. I have also boiled seawater to collect salt and it is quite like the experience described. 

(via dreamdoe)

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*Ocean’s Breath*

It wafts over,

Fresh and decaying.

The salty breeze,

Carries its own story.

Rotting seaweed,

Sweet and too sweet.

It hollows you out.

And takes your

Hopes and dreams,

Sweeping them into the depths.

Leaving salt crystals

And seafoam corpses

Behind.

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🦀 jacintashackleton on instagram

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Don't go in the basement

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humanity peaked when the first sea shanty sounded over the lonely ocean

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there’s no place like a home by the sea

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Sperm Whale by Louis A. Sargent. From Wild Beasts of the World, Vol. Two. Written by Frank Finn, published in 1909.

Internet Archive

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Lioconcha Hieroglyphica is officially my favorite mollusc

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Midsummer adventures

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Sand

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Why don't you look out at the sea and listen to the waves crash on the rocks, cold salty air stinging your skin, the wind tossing your hair, and maybe you'll calm down

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leave her johnny, leave her but you’re on a ship and the ghosts of the pirates deem you worthy to hear their shanty (alt)

original audio cred

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autumn mood