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Nature breathes in waves, curling time into salt and foam

The beach is where the earth remembers how to breathe

The beach is where the earth’s heartbeat slows to the rhythm of tides

Sand holds the fleeting weight of every footstep and forgets it by dusk

We walk, hoping to be remembered, but the beach only knows how to let go

The sea speaks in riddles, each wave a question left unanswered

The ocean never explains—but somehow, I understand more each time I listen.

Wind sketches invisible maps across the sea’s shifting skin

Each gust writes a journey I can only dream of taking

Beneath the sun, the ocean mirrors thoughts too vast for language

The ocean becomes a mirror, not of my face, but of everything I’ve carried in silence

The ocean hums with the memory of ancient storms and silent prayers.

You can still feel the storm in its bones, even when the surface is calm

Nature breathes in waves, curling time into salt and foam