I take a moment with the sea.
A fisherman on the rock is pulling a string in and out of the water like a yo-yo.
I hear him vibrate in his every movement, everyallthings become one. And there the fisherman is - sitting on himself, pulling himself in and out of the water, catching himself that swims in me.
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