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Writing Byte #10: Seeing the Sea

I look at the sea, and the sea looks at me.
I dive into its arms and it buoys me up.
I slide on the slippery seaweed and pebbles.
I dance as the waves slap the water in time.
I feel the spray in my face and shout to the sky.
But I know to never let this relationship go too far...
For if I go too deep,
the water would swallow me whole.

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