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I ran headlong into the waves. I allowed their white curving heads to crash into mine. I gave myself over to the pummeling of the surf! I allowed myself to get knocked over, flung aside, dragged-- I floated on my back, my side, my face, my feet, and my legs, when it was calm. But each wave that came had its own personality! And I swam out and accepted them: Jumping, diving, cursing or laughing I would turn around and watch as the life of the wave continued on toward the sand before violently dashing itself against the sand and the other people on the beach... It was beautiful not to argue with the Ocean: to just allow the water to carry me and destroy me in turn.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 6:17 PM UTC
The Beach
I ran headlong into the waves. I allowed their white curving heads to crash into mine. I gave myself over to the pummeling of the surf! I allowed myself to get knocked over, flung aside, dragged-- I floated on my back, my side, my face, my feet, and my legs, when it was calm. But each wave that came had its own personality! And I swam out and accepted them: Jumping, diving, cursing or laughing I would turn around and watch as the life of the wave continued on toward the sand before violently dashing itself against the sand and the other people on the beach... It was beautiful not to argue with the Ocean: to just allow the water to carry me and destroy me in turn.
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natalie-allen
American
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 6:17 PM UTC
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