Sea shores.
Sea sides.
Sea beaches.
Sea fronts.
Sea.
Salt.
Bird cries.
Horizons.
Warmth.
Roughness and chaos
that transcend into serenity.
Where we often end up-
to start,
to restart,
to end,
to aid our journeys.
For peace,
for fury,
for guilt,
for resentment,
for fun,
for nonchalance,
for ambiguity,
for sleep that is cocooned
in the kindred tranquility
of the womb.
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