When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
I am sitting in the dark, naked on the cabana porch, the Caribbean Sea facing cabana porch with a white sand beach. My eyes are sealed. I am enjoying a state of blissful emptiness in the zone teetering between sleep and awake, breathing in Earth’s perfume, a perfume that can’t be photographed yet exists as an image indelibly etched, acid washed into our brain.
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