Sun Door from Manta by The Spring

Beckons lay yourself down in the light let the warmth fill you. Grains of sand. Looking around you find footprints scattered in the sand, not yet washed away by the tide. You're not alone. Repeat it - not alone. The clouds give way. Cycles of footprints in the sand. Follow them. Skin weathering parchment. Let each thing take you absorb you. Nothing is cold and the sun is proof of this. Faces collected in the water. Yours and countless others. A wing of smiles. Warm embrace. Soft and final initiation confirmation. The sun is with you a million suns with you. All here together. No shore is desolate. Your companions are here for you as you are here for them and you are not alone you never have been you never will be. The world is full of everything that is. Tears of relief waterfall of tears oh to be among it. Hands clasped together tighter than rock. Find each other find one another breathe together rest together. The sun in your eyes you are the sun. The sun in the ocean you are the ocean. Thank you thank you. And on the horizon, rising up out of the waves, a forest the size of so many worlds. Endless it. I believe.

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