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Breathing becomes easier when facing the sea,
The air, tinged with salt, fills my lungs with my mortality,
As the world becomes bigger, so I become smaller,
With it, my troubles slip into insignificance.
Albeit temporarily.
I feel such peace.

Likewise, your mind is like gazing at a sea of stars,
The wonder, pure brilliance of the constellations.
Patterns and complexity; emotions, sensitivity.
With you, my troubles slip into insignificance.
Albeit temporarily.
I feel such peace.

 

© Juliette Turrell

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