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i've been to the beach. warm, salty days with sand between teeth and nails, screaming at your body to live its life to the fullest. but i'm not writing about sand or the land or the lifeguards. this is about the water. sharks, dolphins, seaweed. i'm talking about the trap between sets of waves. when the six footers come and pound you into oblivion. your feet are touching town 10 feet and your head is set to spin cycle. you don't feel anything, you're just moving with controlling forces. waiting. feeling up and down. bubbles dribbling from your mute mouth. then, you get this break. a moment you don't even realize until your entire existence propels you to the surface. a break in the surface tension. gasping. air. reality. emotion. feelings. you are alive, if even for 1 precious second. I suck in oxygen. air. friends. love. family. everything around me feeds my body, my spirit, my mind. I am alive, for once in my entire existence, every piece of my body pulsates with the love it has just connected to. pause. i am breathing. i am not existing, i am living. down under the foam. rinse, spin, and repeat.