She drapes her boughs around my fragile frame as she kneads my hair. 
Her fingers mimic a rhythmic pulse, unmatched by any other element of nature. 
She tells me I have my mother’s hair, thick, moon-glazed waves, running down my spine like the Jordan River.
Waves of strands crawled gently to shore, creeping steadily towards yesterday.
The sea was its own master, quavering, harnessing its majesty.
She creates a complex structure of forms and patterns, weaving each strand.
An ebbing tide. 
Forging her own symphony.

“Go see” 
And I hurry to the edge of this globe, lean over the groaning sea, reflecting parts of my being.
Murmuring hypnosis.
“I hate it”

She carelessly dribbles onto the sand, running her tips along the tide andand  my spine. 
Quivering hands rest on my crown. 
A blessing, genesis.
 
“Little one, you detain the beauty of all your ancestors, woven into your entity.”
"From your dense dusky hair, along your broad shoulders, to the spine which lugs an entire nation, down to your wide hips, strong thighs, reaching your feet which carve history with each step.”

The humming of her wave song beguiled me, a metal teapot slumbers next to us, vaporously exhaling its mist.
“Teta, what was it like?”
“Magic, solace… 
home.”

The sea quivered, hoarding its mighty power.
The sea softly doused the beach, waves carelessly dribbling onto the sand.
“Never forget your roots; your beauty exists in history.” 

I fall asleep, curled between her arms. But I’ve woken up too late, and she has left too soon, 

“Teta, look, the sea has calmed down. 
If I swim far enough, I might be able to attain the sky. 
Would you reach your hand for me? Pull me closer to you?”

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“I have to go before the waves rise again, but could you recite one last prayer?”

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