A fresh wave washed over my head, and in that moment, blind and confused, I let the rising tide take me whither it would. The waters lifted me up, and as the wave receded, lay me down upon the wet sands of the surf. I felt strangely naked in the air, as though the ocean had clothed me. Lifting up my head, I saw the blurry shapes of trees, dark and tall, and as I climbed wearily upon my unsure feet, the ocean came up again over my ankles, my calves, up to my thighs—but I was marching ahead.
Whither
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