Ocean Dreams

A Haiku for Presence

By Corinne NicholsonPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Dipping in the swell,

infinite blue engulfing,

my existence ceased.

surreal poetry

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Corinne Nicholson

I write from experience on love, wellness, and magic. I wear the hats of mother, intuitive, creative, coach, and energy worker. I am a lover of naps, bodies of water, and sensorial pleasures. Stay weird, be kind. Love is a verb.

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