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The Beach Taught Me to Heal
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There are moments in life when words become more than just expression, they become a kind of medicine. This piece is deeply personal to me, born from quiet hours spent at the edge of the ocean, where I found pieces of myself I didn’t know were lost. Healing is rarely linear, and even more…
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Where Heaven Meets the Shore
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I went down to the edge of the sea,where the world hushes and the sky kneels lownot seeking answers, only stillness.But there, amid the rhythm of the waves,I found a voice too ancient to name. Each wave spoke in psalms,not of thunder, but of gracerolling forward with the patience of eternity,retreating like a whispered…
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Everything I Lost, I Found by the Sea
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It began with footprints… mine, then gone.Washed away by a tide that seemed to knowhow to take what I never meant to give. The sea, wide-eyed and glistening,offered no apology, only silenceand the hush of waves pulling secretsinto the folds of its ancient skirt. I had come here hollow,salt-stung with a loneliness I couldn’t…
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Whispers in The Whelk Shell
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Press your ear to the curling cathedral of the seaa whelk shell, spiraled like time wound tightin the palm of your hand. Inside, it sings. Not merely the hush of ocean breath,but a symphony of forgotten tongues,laced with tide-born secretsand lullabies the moon once hummedto sleeping mermaids. There are voices therenot loud, but layered.A…
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The First Time I Saw the Ocean
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There is a moment when the world shifts, a quiet transformation, when the air itself holds its breath. It is the moment when the horizon, endless and unbroken, first unveils itself, the ocean, vast and boundless, stretching to the very edge of the sky. The first time you see it, you stand as though…
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Sunlight is Good for the Soul
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There is an alchemy in sunlight, sand, and salt water that no laboratory could ever bottle, no poet could fully distill, yet the soul knows it intimately, like a lover’s whisper remembered in dreams. It is an alchemy older than memory, older than the language we use to try and capture it, yet it…
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Welcome to The Coconut Muse
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Welcome to The Coconut Muse, your driftwood porch for the soul. You’ve arrived at a special kind of place, a quiet shore where the world slows just enough to listen. Here, the breeze carries whispers of stories yet told, the tides bring waves of inspiration that gently wash over your heart, and the sun…