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How oft have we dreamed”
When gazing above,
That the purified soul-
The offspring of love,
When freed from Earth’s load,
Would find in the stars
Its peaceful abode.
Personal journal writing, dated December 10th, 2009:
Specific moments reel in specific memories. Memories buried deep, below the ocean floor, hooked and tugged to the surface as if they had never left sight. Dragged to shore, reluctantly. This modern world now feels foreign. These memories.. bold. Intimidating. Dreaded. Unwelcome. They think, should we go back where we came from, down below, and bury our heads once again in the sand? Or must we ruin and intrude on what is?
They sit on the shore, feet deep in the sand, facing this strange new world as their backsides get soaked with the incoming wave. A rush of salt water. That familiar, sweet scent. They remain lost in turmoil and ponder what could be.