silence tide waves of comfort soothe my ears cool my soul wash my heart liquid quiet with closed eyes some imagine death dark and still dormancy mine transcendence welcome spirit released to wander explore return wringing wet with rejuvenation in perfect balance ready to battle on this desert dry clamorous land
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Who should live by the sea
For the sake of their souls.
I am not one such,
Although just maybe
That there I will live
When I grow old.
- Herman Melville