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I tried to stand against the ocean,Secure on granule ground,Thrown by heaving, violent motionTo shallow water, where I foundIt easy to enjoy the waves,Gazing from a distance.This is where I chose to stay,Due to my resistance.

I saw pale billows moveAs children played in them with ease.I thought, I can do that, too!And walked with quaking knees.Calm in what I once resisted,I raised my feet, forgot my pride,Up on rolling swells was gently lifted,Carried by the tide.

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