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Back and Forth.Back and Forth.The tide ebbs and swirls surrounding, reaching, touching, with its foamy fingers.Surging up and over pulling me under.The tide is winning but for a moment my foot brushes the bottom and I amable to push to grasp hold of of a few last breaths. For a moment the tide must wait.

From Scriblers of Dreams