Sam Swim

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I love the sea so much, that there often appears to be some affinity, some imagined reciprocation of the great love which swells in my breast as I look upon its vast and majestic and apathetic glory. I have upon numerous occasions thrown myself into its depths, giving over in a sexual abandon to thrash in its midst. I have clawed the near dead from its voracious jaws and I have stealthily moved amongst its depths like a marine wolf, a man Alive and searching the depths for food. I have slipped daintily between the sea's sheets and snoozed for hours in its rocking gentle motion. At night I have launched myself out upon its surface whilst thunder and lightning blasted the mountains above. Huge cracks and peals reverberation from the deserted crags, seemingly the sound would roll down to the sea as the lightning illuminates vast tracts of the ocean - it going from pitch black to brilliant azure in a split second. Rash The calm of the waves in contrast to the Titanic clashing from the heavens. In rough seas I have grappled with Neptune (Poseidon) and won. In aftermath of such adventures I have walked the beach (All detritus covered and spent and lovingly gazed upon the tired pallour of the sea, all green from the storm and ruddy from the sands washed down from the mountains. The beach would be strewn with weed and all manner of artefacts, both local and from afar. the Sea sighs on a day after a storm and is not suitable for swimming in until the sands have settled and the blue has returned to Its Cheeks Once More

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