I, By

Being Out of One’s Comfort Zones, Getting Taken Out of One’s Own Elements…

Style and a Half

I work next to the smell of the sea.

And sometimes I think that I can understand, just a little, the longing sailors feel when separated from the ocean.

I grew up next to the sea.

I know the sound of waves, of gulls, of water slapping the side of boats.

I grew up watching the sea.

To be inland, I feel a sense of loss. As if a vital part of me is missing. That sense of endlessness has disappeared.

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