The sea soaks my ankles and then recedes, it soaks my knees, then my thighs; it wraps its tender arm around my waist and caresses my breasts; it embraces my neck and presses against my shoulders. I immerse myself in the sea, fully. I give myself over to its steady force, its gentle possession, holding nothing back. »—I like to bathe in the sea —I told him. »But he doesn’t understand. »And the following day, I returned to the sea, to purify myself. To give myself over to its waves.»
