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She sank into the morning sun- below the ocean- and was kissed gently by the light. 

The orange air bubbles slid atop her skin and traveled long enough to breach the surface.

She absorbed the blue of the sky and the clarity of the air, she became the pulsing tides.

She swallowed peace like a gulp of cool water and was enveloped in a blanket of the unknown. 

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