Voices mix with the ice in the whiskey and the night pulls up around us.
Worn boots rest on weathered decks.
Half-mast eyes look on.
Glass rims are raised to meet knowing smiles.
Time pushes back against the tide coming in and for a moment it is within this still alcove of water that all else in the world pauses too.
It is a storied wonder that this is perceived as a type of heaven.
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