Magic Toes, Anything Goes.

Standing on the shore, experiencing my ground. 
The sand blankets my feet.
The ocean pulling from me what it can.
My imprint attracts new safety. 

I don't fight the waves;
I know they're coming.

I don't run;
I reflect.
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Sinking into the sand, observing each moment for what it is.
A push deeper.
A chance to prove my power.
Nothing can wash me away when I choose to wait out the storm. 
I find security knowing the waves will stop eventually.
When the waves stop, the sand dries.
I will pull my feet out once again.
Taking first steps since new depth.
Adapted strength from standing sturdy.
Brand new footprints, same feet.
Magic toes, anything goes.