Before the sea.

Page twenty-seven.

Before the sea.

Sometimes I just stand. Not with a purpose, not with a thought, not for a photograph. Just - standing. In front of the sea.

And then it becomes a mirror. Not for reflection, but for sensations. The sea does not ask who you are. It does not judge, does not rush. It breathes nearby. And this is all its generosity.

It was warm today. The wind played with my hair, the sky was slightly muted. I stood there – and suddenly I realized: I’m not waiting. I’m not remembering. I’m not building. I just… am.

And that's enough.

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