Poem
24 janvier 2010She looks upon the wind,
Eyes closed.
Salt on her lips,
Waves crashing,
To neverness,
Her arms reaching out.
Storms are beautiful,
Alive.
She feels its power
It's strength pushing her
The edge is near,
Her feet move, she lost control.
Stop.
Crushed against a rock,
Granite. Cold, anchored,
Immovable.
She's safe.
de l'encre au bout des doigts 
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