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The sound of the rushing waves as it rises and ebbs, the salt laden breeze, the smell of the sea...

Near the waterline, I stood still looking at the wide expanse that is beyond me. Somewhere in time, someone must have been looking at the sea the same way I do. Somebody without a trace but was alive at that very moment lost in time.

Upon closing my eyes, I intently listen to the sea’s murmurs, rumblings and indiscernible whispers, knowing all too well that whatever it wishes to convey can never be understood.

I uttered my thoughts to the sea, words carried listlessly away by the wind to the further reaches of the horizon.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed that the waterline has already rested on my ankles. The sea is coaxing me to swim with it and get to feel its watery embrace. I hesitated for a moment, but soon found myself frolicking in all its encompassing hug. With every stroke, I become one with my soul.

Every gasp for air, I realize how much alive I am… Wanting to live for longer..

As I leave the waters, feeling the sudden change in temperature… a thought… possibly brought about by the passing zephyr from nowhere… 

Live on…

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