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Toes curled in the sand;
eyes fixed on the horizon.

The warm waters draw me in,
and I ease into the sea.

The undertow makes me drift
away from the coast.

When I lose sight of the shore,
the waves swallow me.

The current pulls me

into the ocean depths.

I am drowning in a watery grave
when suddenly the swell breaks.

A calmness sweeps over me,
and the tide calls me home.