Ocean

Flow.
The ultimate.
Waves come.
Strong.

We accept, embrace, and move in synchronicity to the push, the pull.
We flourish.

Its harshness throws us backwards, dunks us.

We suck in.

Mouthfuls of saltiness are dispelled through stinging nostrils.

We gasp for air.

The burning in our eyes reminds us of our aliveness.

It is calm.

We float, awaiting the next wave.
We feel how small our bodies are, encapsulated by a blanket of water.

A bird passes, speckled grey and white, against a cloudy sky.

We are one.

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