The taste of salt

they slept in the folds of lichens
The sounds of men were muffled and distant like a high plane
Their dreams were padded in soft moss and shrouded in morning mist
Their laughter was unbridled
Their sadness guarded
By bursts of sunlight and the taste of salt


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