I am a child of the sea, able to hear her voice so sweet.
I am blessed with the ability to feel her gentle coarse against my rough skin.
I can smell her alluring aroma upon each breath of the wind.
I taste her salt each time she throws her emotions about in a fury for all to see.
And when I see her, beautiful, mysterious, and stretched out beyond the horizon, shivers run down the lengths of my spine.
I am a child of the sea.
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