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One | How many times have I driven to my studio frail and open like this? How many times have I held my head up high whilst the whistling of wind tries to pull it down? Is this really all I am? A never-ending void dropped into nature. I AM UNENDING, a strung-together cave of emotion. Wave after wave comes crashing down but I still swim, I swim further and further even as the light of the sun reflecting off the moon hits the back of my neck. The tumbling surf brings me down I tumble with it, rumbling over top of me, I'm one now. Ocean