Often it is the ocean itselfthat speaks in its roiling voiceits thunderous tongue. What it is sayingI have listened to for years,as it crackles and whips,or whispers in its silken tones. Even now I am not sure of its message,its assaults of thrill and boomshattering the rocksinto flares of light. Something about Mystery,something about uncontainableLove.
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