I gaze upon the waters of the Pacific and they gaze upon me. Our blues meet and we find familiarity in each other’s seas. I am an ocean and the ocean is me, each of us with deep blue beauty to behold.

The sun dances upon our surface and our waves crash into our shores as darkness cloaks what lies below. Most fear and few seek to explore our depths. No one stays there for long, the pressure too much to bear. But we bear the pressure. We must. The pressure of our depths is part of us. Without it, we are not whole.

The ocean and I, seaing with one another, seeing one another bare the pressure of our depths… the birth place of our beauty. A beauty to behold.

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