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The Estuary

My pale skin embraces the afternoon sun like a forgotten treasure. The sea breeze brings a comfort I did not know I missed. The ocean speaks to me ever so softly as I surrender to Her wave-less current, allowing myself to drift away. The salt and sand stay with me; a reminder she expects a swift return. Her cleansing work not yet complete. "Balance" she says "requires patience: a non-resistance to your steadfast fear of release." And with my return I discovered that the sea-salt took from me all I no longer needed and the sun kissed into me fresh energy and new hope. Sitting quietly on the sand became my sanctuary; my peaceful place away from the world. Quiet but never alone.


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