A message in a bottle…

To wait for three days.

A promise, to send

me a message.

I went back to my corner

to make a harbour in a raging sea

where I could admire

the view. 

I haven't waited for three days, it has been too cold.
I have been making short, sharp journeys out to the place that lies between.
I have marked it and I know where I must be.

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