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Waves & Whispers
Oceanbound
The waves moved through me like memory — soft, heavy, unrelenting.
There was no resistance, only surrender.
I didn’t just touch the ocean — I let it devour me, piece by piece.
That’s where I come alive.
This was never about looking perfect.
It was about feeling wild, wet, and absolutely free.
The ocean doesn’t ask questions.
It pulls you in and dares you to let go.
With salt on my skin and the sun on my back, I felt every inch of who I am.
Messy, bold, and unapologetically in my element.
The tide kissed my thighs and claimed me for a moment.
But I’ve always belonged to the sea.
The shore watched, the sea whispered, and I answered with everything I had.
This is what liberation looks like.
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