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The smell of salt fills
my lungs,
making me aware of
where I am although
my eyes are closed and
my arms
stretched high, my
palms facing up.
My feet do not rest on
the earth, but I’m
standing on the water,
the expansiveness
of the ocean all
around. My eyes flow with
tears, but I do not
cry. I can see
the brightness of light
through
my eyelids and I am
covered
by the warmth of
complete peace.