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she strides like a sea walker, each step rippling outwards in search of a kindred being. this echolocation finds nothing- angry waves crash her delicate signals now as confused as her footsteps balanced upon the water's skin. she falters and begins to sink- a dangerous game to play Jesus and not know how to swim. soft hands slap against the cold hard surface as she flounders for a grasp on reality. her belief keeps her afloat for now. the water stings her face, evidence of struggle and suffering. her figure frames a distorted self portrait as she crawls back to her feet- on the other side of sane.