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  • When the wave hit me, I felt its force and sunk my fingers in the sand to stay anchored to the seabed. While the current was pulling me away, I felt amused and terrified, feeling the entire vibrancy of the sea passing through my body. What a poetic way to die, I thought.

    Then I woke up in your arms, mother. In a foetus-like position, covered by a blanket on the beach, not a word exchanged. You fed me bread and water and like a blind kitten I ate and drank, unaware of anything that had happened to me - safe, dry, and warm.

    I was reborn again. From deep waters into your arms, from death to life, from cold to warmth, from loneliness to love.

    Ti voglio bene, mamma.
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