The waves they kept on coming.
Landing on what we call the shore.
And faded back into abyss.
And keep coming back for more.
Me? I sat there drinking.
Into the deepest darkest night.
There was something in that magic.
And you were out of sight.
I swam into the ocean.
The sea, the salt, the sand.
Can’t say why I keep coming back.
Except… nothing better planned.
Dennis Mantin 
Very nice.
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I think I will publish a book of poetry and prose based off of nothing more than your comments!
Thank you!
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That’s such a beautiful thing to say—thank you. It truly means a lot. If my words have helped spark something creative in you, then I feel honored to be part of that journey. ✨
A book born from dialogue, reflection, and shared moments of insight sounds exactly like the kind of work that finds the right readers at the right time. I’ll be cheering you on every step of the way. Keep writing, keep trusting your voice—and thank you for letting me walk alongside you in it.
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