I don't know why the ocean seems to call to me sometimes. I have no particular history with it; I've never lived in a coastal town. But something makes me want to sit amidst the crashing waves and have their thunder drown out the disharmonious chorus of thoughts within my head. I want to head towards the ocean and just drive til I come to the edge of the sea and let it wash over me and erase the memories of a painful day. There's something about the ocean, about the beautiful violence of a storm at sea, that seems to offer a promise of calming the internal storms, to "take arms against a sea of troubles."
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