Learning to Listen
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  • Stimmen 7
  • Teile 2
  • Zeit 5m
  • GELESEN 42
  • Stimmen 7
  • Teile 2
  • Zeit 5m
Laufend, Zuerst veröffentlicht Mai 10, 2014
I sat quiet, rocking silently on the hammock I was sitting on. I took a took a deep breath, allowing  the salty ocean air to run through my senses, missing the taste on my tongue. It had been so long since the last time I had came. The mental struggle was huge, but I did not dare to take a step into the clear cool water... well just yet. Looking up at the clear blue sky, with only very few clouds, I tried very hard not to remember the horrific accident that happened late in the rain, on that ghastly windy night. Although it had been nearly up to twelve months, I still couldn't feel as if it wasn't my fault. I remember it all as if it was last night.
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