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November 26, 2011
The ocean was lit underneath by the green lights clinging to the seaweed. They looked just like the stars I used to paste to my bedroom ceiling. Here, my childhood flowed in and out of the shore, kissing my toes with swirls of sand. Gilded with moon-silver and whispering a lullaby, this was the dream I never remembered I'd had, the home I never knew I left.

I wish I was a mermaid so that when I died I would turn to sea foam and join the water for good. No coffins or flowers. Just salt and tear drops.