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I long to be with the ocean again. To hear the water sing as it crashes along the shore. To feel the sweet rocking of the waves. To see sea gulls dancing above the water. To have salty sea spray coat my glasses. To hear the silence of miles of open water. To see the width of our world. To feel silken breeze wrap around my body. To see a lonely piece of plastic bob by the ship. I long to be with the ocean again.

I want to be on a ship again. To see unbroken horizon in blinding blue. To taste salt upon my lips. To see rivers of stars painted across the night sky. To listen to 900 voices and know they are the only human voices for miles. To feel engines churning as I drift to sleep at night. I want to be on a ship again.

I miss the ocean. I miss seeing the shining, silver flash of the ocean behind proud sky scrapers. I miss seeing the deep, clear, syrup blue of the Pacific. I miss seeing the ocean’s murky, aquamarine waters part around islands. I miss seeing the ocean’s black rolls of velvet on stormy, grey days. I miss seeing the ocean like a silver mirror before dawn’s first light. I miss seeing the ocean black, reflecting an ivory moon. I miss the ocean.

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For all those who are wondering, I will continue to be writing even though I am home. Thank you for sticking with me these months and I hope you continue to check back here. Much love.

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