It's too early to be sitting here on the cold winter sand, alone with the newborn sun so pink and full of promise. I call the blue green Carolina waves to me, praying their icy tendrils will wash away this otherness that entraps my seventeen year old soul. I named it the otherness because my search for words to describe this capture has proven
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Sometimes, I still do battle with what you term the otherness. Luckily, not as often as I once did, but it's still there.
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You've captured this feeling very well.
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