One last walk on the beach, then I hosed off my feet, rolled down my pantlegs, and drove into the interior, savoring as far north as Norfolk the chill of the Atlantic in my bones. The sea is a fervent lover, mysterious and protean, raging at the rim of reality, akin to what rages in me, powerful and terrifying, purging all within the tideline, bold and beautiful and without regret. I would risk such terror for renewal. I would.
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