the sea swirls around and pulls at my skirt opening as i spin with the sea pulling at me, my heart spins into motion before i can catch it and say "WAIT" You don't need to go, not now, not in so deep, not forever, not this way.
There is a calm palm tree on the beach, island of the inexperienced, waiting to be re-experienced. resting. the rest is up to me.
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