THE OCEAN.
The ocean has a strange nostalgia about it, don’t you think?
When we’re sad and alone, the ocean is where we go. It’s as if we somehow know that the waters hold secrets that we will never be told, and has answers to the questions we try desperately to find in footpaths and sidewalks, under shadows of buildings that were built to keep us out.
When we’re happy, the ocean takes snapshots, keeping memories of a time not-so-long ago, when we danced in the shallows as the sun bounced off the surface like diamonds.
We seek the ocean in all its glory, as a comfort through the storm, and a friend in the summer. Because the sea never leaves, it always comes when we call on it.
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