The bathe ritual 

Sinking slowly into the velvety warm water from the sea. Initial exhilaration is quickly mused by paranoia, doubt. Not sure if it was safe to venture into the ocean. Knowing it was absolutely necessary. 

The warmth caresses as a geyser left of steam, the drops tickle on the toe. Cold water excites, the warmth soothes and consoles.  Wondering, pondering, discovering, seeing; that’s what this place is for. It comes from within only. It’s drawn out easily.  But never without the reminder of yesterday. 

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