Wild hair, breezy air
even my thoughts can take me there.
seagulls cry, time flys by
in the distance, I hear the tide.
Long, crazy grass
glittering sea glass.
The ocean soothes the soul,
not even the moon can resist its magnetic pull.
Sandy shores, kelpy floors
adventures waiting beyond the waves.
Beautiful and deadly, all too familiar.
We take comfort in the things we know best.
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