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Blue Whispers The ocean breathes. If you are patient
and watch long enough,
you will discover the long,
slow
inhalations. She draws back, centers herself,
while the memory of her reach,
in white foam, reveals
the limit of her lungs. There is a singular moment,
a crest of change,
a shift in concentration,
when the deepening release
builds
where she draws herself up
and lets go,
pulsing back to shore she exhales and eternity rushes to