She really did feel like the ocean now, expanding, having been washed
on the inside of her body, and free, minus some foam here and there, with
fear lingering, and her hair gone. Her spirit was stronger now than ever,
and her faith lifted her, so she often sang
the Psalms as intended.
And he was always there with her, by her side determined to fight
chasing away the grimace of death, they often talked
as two spirits becoming one, healing each other.
and walking now along the beach,
grateful for the waves.
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