The cusp of the tide

White bubbles prickle the sand, teasing its way across. Wave breaching wave, until finally crashing to the beach. I stand, on the cusp of the ocean. Foot out, will it reach me? Or will its tendrils reach to taste, only to fall short? Perhaps only an inch more, my feet pinched from the hot sand I edge closer. Will it take me away, dragging me from reality into an endless array of currents? Or, perhaps even the sea isn’t strong enough to rip me from the hold of the earth, its strong pull a whisper on the wind.

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