"And the rapids rage against the shore. Beads of sand wrap around my feet and ankles, trapped in foam. The water rushes past me; I slowly descend into the sands. I feel my body being pulled as the waters wash back into the sea. I'm spinning, light-headed and smiling... unsure if I'm being moved or if it's an illusion; anticipating the next wave, and how far I'll descend before I'll want to escape..." ~ hYdE rOcK
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