Early Morning Swim.

Senses ablaze.
Cool air and cold water
on shaking skin.
Taste of sharp salt
and sea breeze.
Waves turning,
gulls crying,
toes curling in soft sand.
The stink of seaweed and death
rising in your nostrils.
Muscles stretching,
fully alive.
Looking out,
sun blinded,
into the far distance
from another world.
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