• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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The Power of Waves

“Close your eyes,” he said. I smiled inwardly as he tied the slip of silk; we’d played this game before. A longing had come over me, as it did every summer. A yearning for wide open skies and crashing waves; a desire for freedom. As he led the way, the warmth of the sun embraced me. I heard the crunch of shingle, felt the give of sand beneath my feet. I listened to the wind’s roar as it caressed my hair. Licking the salt from my lips, I wiped the spray from my face. When the silk slid from my eyes I contemplated the power of waves and waited for them to recharge my soul.