Saturday, September 24, 2011

Storm filled peace

Feet slowly swallowed by the sand, her arms out stretched awaiting.  Sea mist sprays as the tide rolls in.  The under toe pulls at her, guiding her in as a guest.  Willingly she follows eagerly.  The water moves all around her, waves in fury she still follows her guide.  Pulled under or over,, flipped around and round she climbs and drags herself to the eye.  nothing so beautiful, nothing so perfect, nothing so peaceful... quiet, just so quiet. 

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