Dear Journal,
The ocean is a beautiful thing. It is blue; it is nice; it is mean; it sings and bites; it is home to the fish; it is the passage between the lands. The waves slap and dance with one another.
The gentle waves are lapping the sandy shore at my feet. I can feel the salt in my hair. I can smell the sweet smell of the ocean. I love the ocean! I am an ocean maiden. I am one with my mother.
I must leave you for now, for the waves are beconing and calling me to them for a swim.
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter
Dear Journal,
I am sitting in the sand that my father and I once sat upon together. I miss my father greatly. I remember him to be a great man. He met my mother at sea. He told me that she was a mermaid-like person. He wouldn't teill me her name, but he told me that she is the sea.
Journal, do you find it strange for a man to tell his daughter that their mother is the ocean and sea?
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter
Dear Journal,
Life is harsh. I cannot find any food. It is gone for some reason. I believe that someone is stealing it. It is hard to tell though. I will find out what happened to the food, for I am curious beyond reason.
The sun is setting along the horizon. Soon all light shall be gone. I must go and prepare for sleep.
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter