Freewrite:
I wonder I can't imagine the possibility that I might see boats, rafts, people coming in out of the horizon. Stumbling onto this edge between sand and water. What happens. Why does someone make that treacherous journey. Why does someone risk their life. I don't have answers. Except to those people who don't value human life. Refugee life. Migrant life. Brown skin. Black life. The reasons why people make these journeys. Not to colonize or dominate. But for personal reasons. To save their life. To change their life. Roaring. Constant. Ebbing. Rushing. Crashing. Flowing. Can I see people making their way from the horizon to where I stand. But it's happening. As I stand here. As we do this. People are risking their lives to save their lives. Right now. Always. Pelican. Flies. Across. Sky.
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