Three Bottles

Bottled paradise. Sitting on the beach. Message in a bottle, or three. Palm fronds waving in the sunrise. Uncapped. Huddled. Waiting. SOS. Dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot, Save Our Souls. Labelled with names I do not know. Pour out the new wine and drink deep. Who knows where we might go?

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