Her mystery, her very own essence rolling through the waves, and the release of her heart song ascending through the ocean air,
but would he hear her calling, even in the neglect of his own spirit? still grasping for that mountaintop as if he could see into the history forming.
Would he hear her calling from the depths of her desperation?
Would he hear her voice?
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