Exploring Galway

Water flows peacefully before me, but there are no waves. The rocks serve as a barrier, jagged edges sticking up in all directions. I sit down to stretch after a light jog that consisted of me fumbling in and out of travelers — all seemingly cognizant of their surroundings. As I sit by the pier I notice a smushed banana peel. The seagulls fly low to catch a glimpse. The buildings before me are various shades of blue, but one stands out as a pale yellow hue. The wind is howling with such intensity that I can no longer hear my music. I smell seaweed, and I notice a grafittied life preserver pressed up against the rocky walls trapping the water. Plants are sprouting and green is always visible. The water drifts peacefully, peacefully…

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