Molly has come to visit. Only she is basil and in order for us to see her she has to be put into a blender and grown from petri dishes. I get in the ocean and swim. The tide is coming in and the waves start to get more intense, growing to some sort fo crescendo.
I'm in the wave, I am the wave, I'm rising higher than I ever have before, the water swells and rises, carrying me, and I can feel the intense pull of it. I am clear and clean, and the water below looks shady and dark. The sun caught between the water, casting everything in blue. And then the wave crashes.
It misses the beach completely, tumbling and pounding over the edge of a crater, and I am in the wave, over the edge of the known world.
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