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Until I saw the sea.
There's so much power in the surf and the force that crashes against the rocks. It was beautiful day on the coast - the skies were a clear and icy blue; a severe contrast to the grey of the water. The islands were a faint line on the horizon, our destination, and a dream finally realized.
And this breath-taking view was my introduction to the Atlantic.
I can see why the ocean has so many faces in poetry, song, and prose. The violence incites fear, the flow soothes the soul, and the expanse makes you wonder what is on the other side.
I've heard that the grass is always greener, but how can the other side ever compare to the emerald landscape of Ireland? The rainbows in the distance are more vast and vivacious than any arc de colour I've ever seen.
I wish others could see what I've seen, but I know that it was my experiences that led me here, and others can't comprehend what catharsis I've found:
How the spray of the ocean on my skin, my lips, and my hair has washed away more than my hands ever could, leaving me with a freedom I've never felt before. I feel alive here and there, and I know it can be generalized in it's simplest form to offer solace in a different life, a different world.
The coast, I found was something I wish I could have shared with someone - two silhoettes on the rocks watching the sea.
~Danielle Marie
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