The ocean. My ocean. Some days calm, others tempestuous, it contains a hidden piece, a strength and power, invisible. Those qualities must be felt. Absorbed through the very pores of ones skin. It’s song heard in the very crash of the waves. It’s very essence tasted in the salty air. This is my peace, my passion, my power. It is the very waves that crash against the rocks only metres from my feet. It is the wind that ruffles my hair and caresses my body. The rain that licks my skin and mingles with my tears. I am part of this. I am the very rock on which i sit. The air that i breathe. I am not complete or incomplete. Neither piece nor whole. Like the ocean, I simply am.
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