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I Am Your Heartbeat by H.E. Roulo

I am your heartbeat, counting down. Evening chill turns voices into puffs of clouds while I wait for you. Ropes creak and waves slap wood. The ships are returning thick to the harbor. Some bear faded scars left by encounters with serpents and eels. I approach and stroke four parallel gouges left on the prow […]

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