Reborn
Like the calm before the storm... like the still of the waves before its tidal... the sea signals "I am coming." The very shore senses its coming. The tsnami destroys everything in its path. Nothing can remain the same. Nothing will recover from its force. I am forever changed, forever different. I am reborn. Made new.
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