If only I was a babbling brook, a running stream, a raging river that finds its way home, which is the ocean. Emptying into it, spilling into it, feeding it, taking it in, consuming and being consumed by it. Becoming part of its ebb and flow, part of its rhythm, riding with it, dancing with it. Becoming one with it - the mighty ocean. - Shamim Ara Boyce
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