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''The. Immoveable. Solitude.''


She wanted to be consumed,

she desired to become one with the ocean.

It was time to let go.

Time to be wild.

Time to be free.


Her footsteps in the sand would follow her like a shadow.

However, they disappeared as soon as she heard

the next wave sinking into the sand.

Her thoughts thrifted away,

with the rhythm of nature:

The wind was blowing through the open sky,

the birds, the sea, the waves crashing against the shore

- and her heart beat against her chest.

They merged together

and played the melody of a well-known song,

so familiar and yet so mysterious










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The water softly touched her skin, kissed her legs to then just leave her again

- disappearing in the universal, unlimited sea.

Sensing the waves would come againand again made her feel more secure than ever.

It feels like freedom, the choice to be apart from the world, in order to be a part of the world.


She lay down in the wet sand to simply listen to the peaceful sound of the ocean,

to allow the waves to touch her and leave salty water on her skin.

Hearing the waves breaking and coming in such a unity

was beyond anything words could possible describe.

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She looked up to the sky and noticed all these contradictions,

these imperfections - the wild and the smooth;

the calmness and the turbulence of the ocean;

the strength of the body of water and the fragility of one drop;

the feeling of safety and danger


She noticed.

That all of it belongs together and supports each other,

that the inconsistency makes it so consistent,

that they are connected through everything.

All of this is supposed to be exactly how it is

and it always has been this way - with or without her.

That only today she made the time to walk

and take note of the beauty in all of it.


The immoveable solitude… brimming with lives.

Captured by Franggy Yanez with muse Linda Visser 
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