The Beach

by Brittany | April 10, 2014
I let out a great sniff and smell it. The Ocean. Five steps until I'm in the salty mass. Some people like pools better, but they're man-made. Four Steps. Water is a necessity to live. Three steps. I only sea the see in summer. Two steps. Water ripples at my feet. One. I look at the precious rocks before my last step. I'm in. I don't stop walking until I'm deep in the ocean. Water laps around my neck. I hold my breath and swim farther from shore. I go under There is no "me" or no "ocean" We became a part of each other. and I'm not leaving for a long time.
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