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i walk... out into the sun, through the creaking gate, down accross the strip of brown driedup grass, over the already warm, under my feet, tarmac to the roads crumbling edge, all the while, the kookaburras are laughing with glee and the rainbow lorikeets, are gossiping about me.... i walk down the cliff side steps, seventy three and then one last, doozy jump, onto the squeaking sand. stop a moment now, to shed my shoes and shirt, down to the tideline... now, i am leaving land, for wave and froth and beating water, keep striding through, to the deeper salt and then, suspended, in the ocean..... feeling free... as i give myself to it and it gives to me....           **back to the mother,       my souls own, delight,              saltwater  washing                            heals all.*
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
saltwater washing
i walk... out into the sun, through the creaking gate, down accross the strip of brown driedup grass, over the already warm, under my feet, tarmac to the roads crumbling edge, all the while, the kookaburras are laughing with glee and the rainbow lorikeets, are gossiping about me.... i walk down the cliff side steps, seventy three and then one last, doozy jump, onto the squeaking sand. stop a moment now, to shed my shoes and shirt, down to the tideline... now, i am leaving land, for wave and froth and beating water, keep striding through, to the deeper salt and then, suspended, in the ocean..... feeling free... as i give myself to it and it gives to me....           **back to the mother,       my souls own, delight,              saltwater  washing                            heals all.*
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F/Australian
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
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