As I stand on the shore with salt in my shoes, I have this great desire to be heard by the waves. The music of eternity smiles at me but I am bare, without my shelter of skin, I am bare flesh and bones staring at the horizon of azure mystery. The fishes have subsided. And the trees. I hear the gulls shouting newfound land, footsteps on the sands, but I am wearing shoes. I scream but the waves don't hear me. I whisper to the breeze, but it doesn't stop for me. The clouds gather. I sing. And the sky listens intently at it.
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