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I watched the horizon, where the blue of the sea bled into the gray of the sky until you couldn’t tell where one struggle ended and the next peace began. People come to the beach to feel small, I think. They come to realize that their problems, as heavy as they feel, are just grains of sand compared to the vast, uncaring beauty of the deep. 1003917.jpg

The tide has a way of speaking when no one else is listening. It doesn’t use words, but the rhythmic pull of salt and sand—a steady, pulsing breath that matches the one in my chest. Standing here, where the world ends and the water begins, the air tastes like old memories and fresh starts. If you were looking for a piece based