The
ocean always spoke to her in ways no human voice could. It spoke to the
parts of her that descended from mermaids and myth. It spoke to the
depths of her azure colored soul and the breadth of her white-capped
spirits. With her toes dug into the sand, she drifted out to the place
where only the ocean knew her name. It rocked her to sleep, it dressed
her in green and silver, it loved her. It constantly ran to kiss her
feet, her hands, her face; it wrapped her in its salty embrace and
carried her down into water softer than satin.
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