"I often wonder if the sea is just made up of tears. The tears of millions of mothers. Tears of joy. Sorrow. Regret. The tears of those that lost loves. The tears of those who never saw a dream come true. The tears we try our best to hide from the world. Maybe that is why I'm drawn to the sea. To its smell. Its taste is like salt. Salt preserves. I can sometimes feel my mother's mothers when I step in the ocean. I can hear them. The wails and the waves are no different. I am allowed to release there. Leave it all there. Preserve the earth. Join the mothers that came before me. One day my baby will journey and find me at the shore. I will hold her tears. She will know I never left her. That I was always there."