Wheeling Gull Isle where the wind’s like a whetted knife
She dreams of the ocean late at night and longs for the wild salt air.
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The young girl did not know of what was brewing off shore, only that her mother became antsy and expectant. It was as if she was waiting for something to happen. Calypso knew they were offshore from her old home, the Blackwater Isles, but the name of her location was unkown to her.

The pup was enjoying her time there. She knew not why, but more shells and diftwood were showing up on the beach for her to play with. She was upset when her mother announced that they would soon leave.  "Ok mαμά, but do we have to go back into the forest? I like it here." Her small face was drawn and questioning.
 
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RE: where the wind’s like a whetted knife - by Calypso - May 23, 2017, 06:01 PM