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I am standing on the shore.
The sand is blinding white.
The waves swirl around my ankles in clear, sparkling foam.
The sky above is perfect blue, endless, crystalline and deeper than the sea below it.
The water is warm and cool at the same time, its mirrored-sky blue completely inviting.
The sun is not quite high, but it shines graciously, warming the skin on my cheeks and the palms of my hands as I turn them skyward.
I am at peace here.
Completely at peace.
There is nothing here that I am wanting; there is only the warmth of the day and the embrace of the sea.
And the wind... the wind that whispers past, gaily fills the atmosphere above.
I am at home here.
I need not pretend or aspire to be anything I am not.
I belong here.
And I step deeper into the water until I am engulfed.
I move underwater in slow, unhurried strokes, one breath sufficient to last for hours.
I am safe here in the water's womb.
Nothing can harm me; nothing can harry me or harass me.
All is well in this liquid blue heaven.
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