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I got to the shore and I said, “Ocean!”
I flung sand and I said, “Ocean!”
“My path will not cease here;
I will not bow to your tides of power –
So either you make me Jesus
And I walk to England,
Or you drown me with all you have.”
The waves crashed.
A dirty seagull stood staring far to my right.

I walked into the surf – into the warm July water,
And when the water got to my knees
A sharp, burning pain coursed up my leg.
I leapt back and fell with a splash.
I scrambled until I found dry sand.
There I sat, clutching my leg, the pain true,
And while rocking back and forth,
I gasped, “Ocean.”
I gasped, “Ocean.”

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