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  • There is a quiet cove on the edge of one of the most beautiful places in the world. It doesn't matter geographically where it is, as it's only my opinion. These things are subjective. One man's pleasure is another man's poison and all that.
    For me it's breathtaking and it never fails to take my breath away, to give me tears which spring unannounced at the back of my eyes, to make me involuntarily move my hand to find my heartbeat, which quickens initially on seeing this quiet corner again, then slowly, slowly resolves itself to an average normal pace. My breath initially quick and shallow, like I am about to enter the exam hall, then when I am no longer aware of it I realise it is slow and steady, rhythmic, peaceful.
    I first dived into that water with a broken heart and a body that didn't seem to want to work. I couldn't see the beauty around me, blurred as everything was with blinkers of tears and pain. I dived down giving myself the small goal of touching the floor of the ocean. My hands briefly caressed the silk of the sand of the sea floor, a tiny fish darted away from me aware of the water moving, a beauty in his own right, eyeing me warily, his body lit from inside. I mouthed 'sorry' to my new friend, sorry for disturbing his afternoon of quiet contemplation and thanking him for bringing me a moment of pure, uninterrupted joy. As I resurfaced I could see the trickle of sunbeams breaking the surface of the water, beckoning me back to the top. I broke the surface of the water, exhaling, looking up at the sky. From the sky to the depths of the deep blue sea I could see beauty all around me and in that quiet cove on the edge of one of the most beautiful places in the world, I started to heal.
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