I sleep like the sound of the ocean: tiredness builds, rises, spills over.
I crash into it and sink, spreading thin the depths of my mind.
I stretch and slow, creeping up to shore.
In my dreams I kiss the sand.
Then slowly,
I recede back into waking, reluctant to return to the sea.
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It has been such a blessing to sleep to the sound of the ocean. I wish I could bring it with me.
Maybe I just need it get a noise machine...who am I kidding it would never be the same.
Back to the frozen land of beer and cheese tomorrow.
Bss,
Marybeth
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