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YEARNING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Upon the cliffs she stands, whispers of salt and time curling around her. Below, the sea murmurs, the burdens of yesterday swept away by foamy tides. The gulls cry out, a chorus of freedom. She stretches her arms wide, inviting the winds of change. Here upon the edge, she continues standing a seeker in the twilight, yearning for answers within. Upon this precipice, she surrenders becoming one with life’s ebb and flow, finding freedom in the depths of the unknown.
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