I love sitting at the Miami Beach coastal line. The harsher the weather the more likely you’ll find me there. The waves rise high and come crashing down to the shore. Over and over, higher and higher, just like the pounding of my own heart. My life is a storm. The more I feel the waves on the outside the less I feel them on the inside.

That crush and bang of overpowering magnitude is just what I need to still the explosive tremors of my soul. The past five years have been sheer torture. What began as a life full of hopes and dreams and a better future has become a volcano size nightmare.

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