Inevitable
Only the insistant pounding of the ocean carved this path. I said, trust me, and extended my hand to you. Subimos pa' ya. (we're going up there). You followed step by step up the exposed reef. It's ancient here. An edge. I so love the edges of things. To stand at the opening, relentless, fearless, knowing here is the world. Then I gave it all to you.
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