the sea is freedom and escape...knowledge of the vast expanse of the universe and how infinitely small she is...but a grain of sand. The sound of the surf calls to her, comforts her, and acts as a constant beckon. language mimics the sound of the surf.
love can mimic the sound of the tide rising and falling. staying for a while and leaving suddenly. His love is never falling.
heading to the left coast....much needed time of stillness
and per usual, sarcasm.
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