The salt sea.
Each wave a breath, a life, a story
Then the tide, an entirely different thing

Someday I will leave here
My bag packed with chocolate and love letters
And a compass
And chalk to draw pictures or leave messages
After all, who knows who will be the pioneer?

At first falling away from shadow
Then moving towards light
We make our way across foreign borders

Where does the story end?
Where indeed did it begin?

Who calls?
Who answers?

The salt sea
Each wave a caresses, murmuring to the sand:
“I am”
“I am that I am”
“I am”

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