Perched high atop a cupola of a crumbling seaside Victorian is the widow of a merchant whose ship lies at the bottom of the sea. There she waits, scanning the horizon with her telescoping lens, desperate for the tattered sails and splintered hull to come trawling through the moonlit path. The salt wind whips through her hair; tears frozen by the piscine sting of the winter ocean.
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The imagery of the widow’s walk has always captivated me. I’m made of Water and Air, and the wintry sea beckons me from its frigid depths. Do you, too, hear the siren song to stare out over the sea, forever searching for what might appear on the horizon?
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 The scent of beach roses and winter fog for clarity and emotional balance.
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