Sand tickles as it slips out from the bottom of her feet. Countless waves lap towards her with open arms as if to embrace an old friend, synchronizing the roar of the ocean with her heartbeats. Waves fight their way through huge black rocks, leftover water lashes towards shore to fill a stretch of marsh around wild spiny bushes of Kevada. Small crabs washed up on the shore find their way back determinedly.
She stands facing the sea, her hair billowing in the air, listening to its warmly familiar music.
She closes her eyes at the touch of each wave as it rises enthusiastically only to die down passively, nevertheless rising again with a whole new might.
'Now what?' The Small Voice Inside Her Head asks her.
'Next...?' She shrugs at a new wave materializing in distance, taking in the salty air in her lungs happily.
'Next.' The Small Voice Inside Her Head repeats serenely, 'Hope is a wave in the ocean called life.'
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