Went swimming. Wahoo! It was sooo cold. Ugh. Oh well. It sure looked pretty, at least. Here's a retarded fanfiction for you all. Please review!
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Cool air pushing and pulling the salts the oceans hold captive. A slow, constant process recited in kaleidoscope tugs over the seasons; in the licks of hair against pale flesh, in quench for routine and for beginning.
Sand. Coral-beige mementos of a time once practiced, blown to retire on a distant plain just beyond your vision. Sacred fragment of ritual and of another day's fairytale.
Air and water.
Push and pull.
The familiarity of a fragrance once forgotten; a scent of sweat and of breath and life.
Waves coated with plastic sheen, breaking into shards of reverie upon a slip of the mind. Foam dancing with the flail of a hand to disperse into opaque oblivion.
The feelings we are unable to express, spoken through the currents and the energy carved through our bodies as the ocean ornates us in a tease of spray.
The static of our company, our elements, of us.
The magic the shoreline provides us.