I feel out of control by the sea. It microscopes us all into small, insignificant figures. Oddly, though, after a day in the company of its incessant motion and constant beauty, control is rarely at the forefront of my mind. The iron grasp of ego and intellect starts to loosen in favour of a softer involvement with the world; one where I am happy to just see, simply to be there, to remain open ...

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