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Rhythmic waves of salt water pass over my feet as I bask in the tide pools of the upper northwest Sound. Echoing calls of gulls cutting through the walls of wind at my back reminding me of the chaos of the city. Soon the sounds of the outgoing waves force themselves to be heard declaring themselves ambassadors to the sea. With every beat I am drawn further into the hypnotic trance that seems to be pulling me further from reality. Morning mist settles on my shoulders and beads, causing a sudden shiver down my spine bringing time back to a recognizable pace. Unfolding the creases of my eyes by the layer in hopes of a cosmic transplant I find myself static and unmoved since my last excursion. With a window view of a window and revolving roommates visited only by grieving families and priests I find my eyes fixated on the next drip waiting for the continuation of my journey into what can only be called "me".