When I was 12, I went to sea. When I was 12 and 1/16th, I knew it had been a terrible idea after all and swam for shore. Shore turned out to be not where I started. I ate monkey brains with a wooden spoon, I wore voluminous silk pants in a brighter blue than had ever been seen before in my hometown so far away, I stole. It was a fine adventure. When I arrived home, dusty and below the dust a crusty layer of salt, and below the crusty layer of salt my skin nut brown, I was 16. My mother was no longer living and my sisters were gone in marriage: to a blacksmith, to a merchant, to a rich man. The old house was home to someone else. I took out my silk pants and then I went again to sea.

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AgainstPete almost 10 years ago

This put me in mind of something the Decemberists would come out with. Your piece also has a poetic quality to it. Which is nice.

Thanks for illustrating my earlier story, by the way. Three months ago. Because I come here often.

AgainstPete almost 10 years ago

This put me in mind of something the Decemberists would come out with. Your piece also has a poetic quality to it. Which is nice.

Thanks for illustrating my earlier story, by the way. Three months ago. Because I come here often.

Qner about 10 years ago

Nice. It kinda reminds me of a song called "The Hook" by Stephen Malkmus.

mroshaugh about 10 years ago

If a story can be tangible, then this is a great example.

kmh289 (joined about 10 years ago)

I'm Kate. I'm writing and helping Galen out with 6MS updates.

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When I was 12, I went to sea.
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