Really liked this prompt. One of my favourite silhouettes.
Doesn't everyone have their own Rock Island?
Their own little patch of sand?
Where the slow waves crawl
Where the slow waves crawl
and your angels fall
and you find you can hardly stand.
And just as you're drowning,
And just as you're drowning,
well, the tide goes down.
And you're back on your Rock Island.
And you're back on your Rock Island.
Jethro Tull (Rock Island, 1989)
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