I’m in it up to my knees. I’m wading through it. Sometimes, it rises to a depth in which I have swim. It fills my mouth and ears, I can swallow it and feel it pumping through my veins. Other times it is shallow enough for me to walk in. However, no matter what the depth and no matter how pruney my toes may get, there’s no escaping the fact that I am in it. And, there’s no sea I’d rather be treading in. Oh darling, I’ll kick and kick.
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An ocean of you.
