She came to the ocean to pray. 

To walk on the cool, damp sand and feel its grit between her toes. 

She came to feel the wind touch her face. Anywhere else it would be a blast of cold and bitter air, blowing through her and taking with it the last bit of hope, desire, and grace from her soul.

But an oceanside breeze caresses your cheek and gives it a warm, gentle touch; a lover saying hello. 

She came to watch the waves dance their waltz, elegant and slow. To dance with them, to roll with each crash on the shore, letting the emotions wash over her before allowing them to recede and subside.

She came to the ocean to mend.

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