for her the ocean was more than a dream, it was a place she needed to visit to find herself. and when she returned to the city, you could see the sun in her eyes, the wind in her hair, and the taste of the infinite salt on her lips. This is so true.
The Mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins. The Forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The Ocean is my heart, it's ponding my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul. (AWESOME whomever wrote this and sent it THANKS!