by Ana | April 29, 2014
Waves whisper to me calling me by my name. As I approach the wave uncoils like a python slithering to shore. The breeze strokes my face and I feel the crisp sprays of water. I can feel the ocean unleash its power as the wave comes tumbling onto me. As the breakers rise I can smell the salt and as they break splashes of salt water I taste. A storm is brewing because the water crashes as if enraged with anger! (in the shape of waves if you can see it from the picture)
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