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ocean soul

she grew up with salt on her lips, the ocean breeze through her hair, painting safire dreams on every corner she passed. Morning ripples shaped her words into meaning, and the dark freezing storms were her starless nighttime.

 

Sometimes there is such a thing as belonging, and she always belonged to the ocean.

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Taken on January 31, 2009