An hour swimming in the ocean...salt tang silk water sliding over skin buoyant on gentle unending waves. Floating, healing, alive and well and so much peace. And I look across the ocean and see desert, and when I have seen the desert I recall I saw ocean. Because they were one each other and will be again long before and long after my small soul has passed through and my borrowed bones gone. Breathe in the sea, out the sand. Swim quietly in the space between.
Posted on: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 15:35:00 +0000
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