The tide pushes against my shins and my feet disappear into the sand. I’m anchored here now, against the sea, with sky, sun, moon, mountains. The water curls around me, tugging, saying You are part of this, too.
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Bill Pearse
Writing is learning to see in the dark
Bill Pearse 
This brings me instant tears. This is exactly Eric now.
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That’s wonderful Daisy. I hope it’s a “good tears,” dear! I am looking forward to the remembrance.
Bill
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That is one of my favorite places to be.
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The sound of wind in the trees creates a similar sensation for me (especially since I live nowhere near an ocean). It’s the sensory reminder of a bigger connection – that we are part of the landscape.
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Cool – glad you connected with it, Michelle.
Bill
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