September 13, 2021

I don’t know exactly how far the water has danced me out but I know that my feet cannot find sand and my legs are dangling, loose and liquid, under the ocean’s sweet surface, the gentle rocking of the waves rippling through the walls of my body, skin and self shaking with the sea in its hypnotic hurry to reach the shore.


- E.L.

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