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In the thunder of waves, in surf and sand,

I rolled violently with shells and seaweed. There was

only the tumble and drowning, a desperate search for air,

and a final expulsion of sea to land.


The sky was a figment of imagination,

and sound a bitter echo lost to wind.

Connections came in flashes, and I bore out

death with strangled sighs and careless grace.


I laughed at everything and cried at nothing. When the ocean

came for me again I was ready and willing.

I offered no resistance to the waves.

In the darkness I was free to dive with whales,

so I fell deeply and sang softly;

and finally, closed my eyes.

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Trish Noble

Writer, Artist, Dreamer.

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I design, write, and generally have fun

experimenting and creating things.

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Even if I suck at it.

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I am a Jungian enthusiast and avid dreamer.

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I have four cats.  They all think I'm crazy.

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