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Water, I knew, had its own needs, its own speaking and desires. No one had asked the water what it wanted.
I thought about the land. These men would do anything to take it, change it, and make it fit their wants and dreams.
Tears have a purpose. They are what we carry of ocean, and perhaps we must become sea, give ourselves to it, if we are to be transformed.
