I fast for nine mornings. On the tenth I walk barefoot toward the water.
The sea nurses the shore like mothers nurse their new babies.
The smell of beach roses and that of salt and sand.
The breeze plays on my neck and undoes the ribbons of my dress.
A wave washes on my body looking for forever; veins filled with my blood which has no expiration date.
I love for nine nights. On the tenth….
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