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I remember building a castle at the edge of the ocean. The water was cold as the goodbye of an old friend so I sat on the shore and swore the tears in my eyes were just from the wind. And I wasn't sure why the grit under my fingernails hurt so much but I kept piling that sand high, reminding myself that someone wise said something once that might pick me out of the hole I'd been digging, 'cause I couldn't see the depth of my prison if I stared hard at my shaking hands.

Then someone in the sky sliced the string holding the sun up, but the moon was enough because I didn't care anymore about the castle or the hole or even my hands, just the movement. Better yet that I couldn't see the shaking, and moving is easier when you don't have to watch yourself.

I wasn't sure if it was noon or midnight or Saturday but someone touched me.

My back hurt from the weight of a million regrets and my eyes liked the dark so the candlelight seared my retinas and my name in my ears was the roar of the ocean. All I know is I was on the beach again, and the first thing was my castle so fine with its collapsing walls, and the second thing was a man smiling like the sun. He opened his arms wide and I think his hands were bleeding but I'm not so sure because the wind was blowing hard.

I'm swimming now, and the water is warm like a beating heart.

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I remember building a castle at the edge of the ocean. The water was cold as the goodbye of an old friend so I sat on the shore and swore the tears in my eyes were just from the wind. And I wasn't sure why the grit under my fingernails hurt so much but I kept piling that sand high, reminding myself that someone wise said something once that might pick me out of the hole I'd been digging, 'cause I couldn't see the depth of my prison if I stared hard at my shaking hands.

Then someone in the sky sliced the string holding the sun up, but the moon was enough because I didn't care anymore about the castle or the hole or even my hands, just the movement. Better yet that I couldn't see the shaking, and moving is easier when you don't have to watch yourself.

I wasn't sure if it was noon or midnight or Saturday but someone touched me.

My back hurt from the weight of a million regrets and my eyes liked the dark so the candlelight seared my retinas and my name in my ears was the roar of the ocean. All I know is I was on the beach again, and the first thing was my castle so fine with its collapsing walls, and the second thing was a man smiling like the sun. He opened his arms wide and I think his hands were bleeding but I'm not so sure because the wind was blowing hard.

I'm swimming now, and the water is warm like a beating heart.