You can scream at me as much as you want; I will always drown you out.
You can bellow and scream, throw your fists in the air and stamp your feet; I will
always come back.
You can hurl stones at me.
You can spit and curse at me.
You can do all this and I will still come back.
When you scream, I will send the wind to snatch your breath from your lungs.
When you throw stones, I will send my waves to whip around your ankles and knees.
When you curse, I will lash you with spray.
When you are empty and lie upon the sand, broken, whimpering, I will pick you up
and carry you away.
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