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Her soul was a roiling, stygian sea, disquieted by the soft cotton haze of light suspended above her. In turbulent pursuit of lustrous contentment, hindered by desire to sink deeper into murky chasms, two waves clashed, sending tentacles of sharp spray to reach for the light, but eliciting only shrill cries from the wind in between.

This is a exquisite picture which feels very free, it shows the water breaking apart from the wave, and i think really is the feel that I want to have for my poster!


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pull me in and under, lift me up with the strength of your thick arms. drink me up and swallow me whole. you know the weight of me body & soul

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There are stormy and choppy water waves. All nature is pretty in its' own


The North Sea by Corey Arnold Dreaming of one day seeing this again


"The storm is ending." For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.