The Ocean Beckons
How I love the sound of the crashing waves
upon the sand as the foam curls in around my
toes.
The mist as it swirls in the air through my
squinted eyes and down to tickle my nose.
The darkened line of the horizon where the
water meets the sky and dreams are invented.
I love the ocean and the waves with their
mountains of foam.
It seems to speak as its emotions are
vented.
When the ocean swells and then falls it
beckons all with its call.
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern
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"The darkened line of the horizon where the
water meets the sky and dreams are invented."
Well done!