A Promise

The waves rumble in, almost hiding the heartbeat. From left to right they ripple, pebbles rattle in their retreat, and in their roll, I hear her voice.

She whispers to me, mother ocean. Rainbow woman, a goddess of joy, of potential.

From here, all waters connect.

A step into her sway would carry me across the world, to dances undanced, songs unsung, friends unmet.

A promise; highlighted in salt spray.

“How?” I whisper.

“Do the next thing,” she rumbles, “then the next.”

So I do.

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