Drifting on ocean waves, swirling rhythms on crests
of foam balancing on shells of tide as it ebbs and
neaps in motion's turbulence.
Surfing along with the undertow, being pulled under
thousands of pounds of water, watching sand tumble
around, hitting eyes with stinging swords of it's
shards.
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