5.12.21 // the ocean of the Amalfi

The ocean here sparkles unlike anywhere I’ve seen before.
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Like the floor after a New Year’s Eve party, it glimmers with glitter but not unblemished like a diamond.
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Her waves are small, no white caps, no turmoil, but active nevertheless. A soft lullaby to her counterparts that toss and turn far from the shore.
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She remains consistent; inviting, undeniable.
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But also demanding and confident.
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Exuding a luring call as potent as perfume of salt water. She demands you walk into her lapping waters, to have her hold you, to let her surround you, to float in her endlessly.
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And once you let her sweet voice into your mind, it won’t be one that ceases lightly. She’ll always be there lingering, whispering, demanding you return to her, return home to her soft lullaby.