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I was standing in sand

when the ocean beckoned to me.

Its waves whispered,

drawing me to towards it.

A soothing sound,

the ocean calls.

The subtle crashing

concealing what’s underneath.

What does she have to hide?

Luring me forward,

I slip off my shoes,

the marks they make

are swallowed by the sea.

Coaxed by the waves,

motioned by the tide,

I leave my footprints,

my marks upon the ground:

engraved in sand,

to be washed away.

I step further,

the waves summoning,

I slowly plunge

into the depths of the unknown.