The Ocean is like a rapacious predator, lurking, stalking, walking so softly, so gently, so pleasantly... that you would never suspect malcontent or a primal, earthly, instinctual NEED to beguile you with her splendor... as the Sirens did when the sailors could not resist her beauty.
She is the siren.
She is the death of you.
.G.I.V.E .H.E.R. .S.P.A.C.E.
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