She lay on the waters, close to the shore, on a lonely beach, except for the occasional couple now and then. But she could block them from her sight when she turned to face the sea and be all alone in the world. The vast waters lay before her, stretching until the circumference of the world. Still now, pretending to rest, eager for their next frenzy, ancient as the earth and sky.
The wind sauntered lazily, the waves lapped in easy disarray and the rain drizzled softly, soothing her body and soul, like pure natural remedies could, before all the world became modern and plastic.
In that moment of rest, said she to the nearest wave, "And where were you last winter? Were you beating against the rocky coasts of Africa or do you bring news from the snowy northern continents?"
Then she looked at yet another wave and said, "Were you around when some wretched ship sank and did you try your best to buoy a poor drowning man?"
When another wave rode up to her, she said, "You break up into foam here, momentarily, beside my feet and yet must now go back into the ocean and travel into its mighty depths."
And to another she thus addressed, "Have you been to the deepest trenches, where no human has ever been and have you sung soft lullabies to the mermaids asleep deep in their caves?"
"Come to me all you delightful waters and tell me the stories that you have seen. Bring to me the passion of the ages, the mysteries of the unknown and the terrible tales of wonder. Bring them to me now, for the present is just between you and me. Do not tarry for else the world will pull me, once again, to its never ending labours. Let me remain in this solitude, in quiet contemplation, with you and with the ghosts of the past, until I, become one of them."
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