beach baby takes to the sea, she’s a little like you, and a little like me. in harmony she moves, one with the waves and the white wine splashing around inside her. to be of heaven and earth, of yin and yang.

to know you are capable of flying away, but so desperately trying to have a human experience.

this is the quandary of the elevated soul, she is not complete without her knowledge of the depths of the sea.