The form of emotion

Take a closer look at these waves. Maybe the storm is something each of us has experienced. But look even deeper. What silhouettes are drawn by a web of water? I see a neat wing, whimsically hidden by splashes of foam. It covers a white, bright wave that crashes from below. This isn't just a storm. This is the bubbling of the contradictory. What emotion would you attribute to a dark rolling wave? Maybe fear, envy, anger, resentment? Something that's always so desperate to get inside us. Break through the good, the valuable. But, as all the stories read have bequeathed, there is always a triumph for kindness.

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