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The waves taste better when you're landlocked.
It's not something I, or anyone for that matter,
can easily explain.
But the waves?
They wait for girls like me,
who miss salt for long months,
waiting out the snow-
and dreaming about them.
Longing to get tangled in the salt.
They seem to roar louder and rage stronger-
harder-
for girls like me, who taste the sea then have to leave.
Have to go back to the forest instead.
The ocean is something else for the landlocked.
It's a beautiful, beautiful thing.

xo,
Sailor
(not my picture, just my words ;))
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