The Old Woman Who Swims in the Ocean Every Morning
The Ocean Never Lies, and Neither Does She
The ocean doesn't lie. Neither do I.
I’ve walked these rocks and braved these waves for seventy-eight years. I don’t swim to prove anything — I swim to remember. The cold doesn't shock me anymore; it wakes me. I listen to the pull of the tide like it’s an old friend whispering truths only I still hear. I’ve lost things to the shore, but I haven't lost myself. Not yet.
What I'm Into: salt-crusted mornings, the pull of the undertow, stones worn smooth, gulls at first light, calloused feet on stone
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