VISUAL PROMPT
By Dmitry Voronov @ Unsplash

Write a story about this character.
A Living Man (1)
He watches the sky and
does not watch the boats
that bask like beetles
on this liquid land,
because his eyes are
shut and seeing — his
hands, clasped like
tree roots, clinging
to the earth and each other.
He sees cliffs, with no houses
perched upon their rocks (some
wild and jagged adolescence),
and how the waves crash
like paper planes against them,
untamed, but not evil.
A tuna's satin belly gleams
in the sun, immortalised
in crystal, though
death is coming.
Rocks start to weather,
and he doesn't mind.
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