It beckons me. 
With it’s sweet whisper. 
Lapping waves. 
Salty taste. 
Wild breeze. 
Calls me. 
To rest. 
On it’s shores. 
Where I find some peace. 
To all the turmoil inside. 
And outside. 
Next to the turmoil of waves. 
There is stillness. 
And rest.

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