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Released in the bright air
The surf washes over us
And we are swept away back to our our depth,
Alive again with the whitecaps peaking above us,
We remember how it is,
The long feathers of spume flying in the wind,
The shuddering beach,
The shuddering beach,
We remember how it feels,
Building and collapsing and building again,
The insatiable surrender,
Breathing again under water.
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