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Jun 2020
Small sharp stones stab
the soft sensitive undersides
as my feet pick their way
across a sea of wild pebbles
some smooth plenty pierce
such a short journey
feels so long
Eager hobble
desperate crawl
ocean in my eye
ice cold lap of wave against toes
soothing sore wounds
cleansing cooling
purify me
heavenly ice with sacred salt
skin risen in delicious goosebumps
waist shoulders head under water
then breaking surface
holy light shines down upon me
gasping for air I feel
reborn
Written by
daffodil  25/F
(25/F)   
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   Fawn
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