| | God I wish I were in Mexico, inhaling salty ocean mist. I want to sink my hands into the cool sand and listen to the hoarse sea--its roar, its slap, its moan. It doesn't have to be Mexico really--it can be Brazil or California or Thailand or Oregon or Spain or Massachusetts. Everywhere the great maw of ocean draws me, stirs some primordial fish inside, and I will stand wind-lashed and staring, so paralyzed with the thrill that I can hardly breathe.
But I breathe. And my little, fragile chest heaves. And my brain is filled with thunder.
Far away, it's a glint in my eye.
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| | Posted 1/17/2009 8:51 PM - 12 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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