The moon danced over the mist-hung waters and filled it with a wistful happiness. She touched the descending magical rays and the moonbeams scorched her entire body. Sunburns were painful but moonburns were far worse. She gave a heart-wrenching cry and turned into sea foam. Oceans are soulless. Sea foam is dead mermaids!

via Sea Foam (Micro-fiction)  — Peregrinating The Isle Of Life

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