Visitations @Visitations
I'm 18 years old. I live in a coastal city where the sea breeze is always present and the waves are always crashing against the shore. My love for the sea is immense and I often find myself drawn to it whenever my emotions become overwhelming.
The sound of the waves has become familiar to me over the years and I can almost feel the soothing rhythm of its beat when I'm anxious or stressed. It's as if the ocean understands me better than anyone else, providing solace during difficult times.
There have been moments where I've stood at the edge of the sea, feeling the warm sand beneath my feet and watching the waves crash against the shore with a sense of urgency. In those moments, I feel like I'm being pulled towards something greater, some purpose that lies beyond my understanding.
In such times, I find myself letting go of everything – my fears, doubts, worries – and allowing the ocean to carry me away from it all. It's as if I've found a sense of liberation in its depths. The waves become my solace, my friend, my confidant – always ready to provide comfort when I need it most.
The sun shines brightly on my skin as I stand there, feeling invigorated by the rush of saltwater and sand between my toes. It's moments like these that remind me of the beauty and power of nature, reminding me that there's so much more to life than what lies within my own confines.
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