Who has not found the Heaven — below —
Will fail of it above.
- Emily Dickinson
I saw those waves splashing against stones with force that could not have been imagined. Driblets were distributed in space. I tried to find a face in those bantam drops. A face that lives amidst the silence of pleaching waves. It is a game of hide-and-seek.
Hide! Hide! I stood for a long time.
Seek! Seek! I stood for a long time until a sparge of dribs caressed my skin. When they diffused and dried up, I heard the sea chuckled.
It is a game of glide-and-eek.
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