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Many people seem to link themselves to the ocean. As if some sort of unseen connection is between you and me and the sea. It is a tie that is often romantic in nature.

What is it about the sea, and how it so often calls to me?
Is it because like me, it too feels blue?
Or perhaps the saltiness of its water, is the same as the tears that rush down my face?

Maybe it’s something more.
A bond so ancient, that it can be traced to the beginning of the universe.

Blood may be thicker than water, but it is water that composes most of you and me.
And when that water leaves our bodies in the form of tears, the ocean itself senses the traces of its own kind upon our cheeks.

It still is not fully known why some of us find the call to the ocean so strong and irresistible. But it is so. We hear it sing, and we heed to its melodious tunes of the waves crashing, dancing upon the sand and rocks.

I, and you, know the power of the beautiful, deadly waves.
And that power sucks us in.
Forever pulling on that invisible cord that ties us together.

You, and me, and the sea.

You and Me and the Sea, by Elisabeth Joy Floyd
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pascalcampion:

Right here and now.
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_What are you doing?_I always wanted to do this … dancing in the rain with you.
_You are crazy!!
_Do you mind?_NOT AT ALL!

pascalcampion:

Right here and now.

——-

_What are you doing?
_I always wanted to do this … dancing in the rain with you.

_You are crazy!!

_Do you mind?
_NOT AT ALL!

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A spring drizzle, a summer’s breeze, the autumn air, and winter’s white.
Like light tears saying hello, a gentle kiss of past memories, crisp coolness of nostalgia, old things covered & washed anew.
New life comes, A time of learning & growth, Age & wisdom are company, Finally, death calls us all.
This. Is. Life.

A spring drizzle,
a summer’s breeze,
the autumn air,
and winter’s white.

Like light tears saying hello,
a gentle kiss of past memories,
crisp coolness of nostalgia,
old things covered & washed anew.

New life comes,
A time of learning & growth,
Age & wisdom are company,
Finally, death calls us all.

This. Is. Life.

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Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones.
Papa was an accordion!
But his bellows were all empty.
Nothing went in and nothing came out.
The Book Thief, by Mark Zusak
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