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The Earth shook and divided, rising the above; where the waters crawl and reach the shores.
Mist evaporating in the sky, the rapids white - who simultaneously crashed in choreographic form, each by each, storm by angry storm; charged at the treading soldiers of the sea. Blissfully, fearfully, we lift our bodies submissively, to her command, bowing merciful to her authority. Make no false moves, she abides by no rules, a part of this weary World you must listen.

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Descending

"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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Spirits in Fete

"The winter wind blows across the sea, curving it's waves mightily. Ne'er does she sleep in the storm, always waiting for the glorious warmth; Where the gulls fly o'er and cast shadows on her sands, from the blue-green hues and across her beachland. Bring back the sun we patiently wait, where days are ever so long, as we embrace her with spirits in fete" ~ hYdE rOcK

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