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Clear at the edges, I can see every ripple of sand on the bed of the ocean as I swim.
Towards the centre of the beach the sea becomes opaque,
The sand churned up by the waves and the greater depth obscuring the bottom.
Then, as I reach the far end of the bay it becomes clear again:
Small shifts in the miniature dunes beneath 
With each gentle wave
Flurries of sand, stirred up then settle down again
Tiny fish the colour of the sea bed, zip along the bottom
Zig-zagging in groups of two or three
Visible only because of their small black eyes

I raise my head and see the small cape rise above me
The rocks the same colour as the sand beneath
And the same colour as my skin
The deep dark greenery covering much of the face of the rock
Lush and impenetrable, to me at least
Though I know that snakes and ground birds and insects thrive there

To be surrounded by this much joy and life
To feel permeate my being.

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