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Ocean

I ran into the ocean.
Not caring if my feet got ripped by rocks.
Not caring how strong the undertoe was.
The wind blowing my mane of hair back.
The heat of the sun pressing against my body.
Salty spray in my eyes.
The faint sound of people chatters in the backround
Kind of like music in a fancy resturant.
Only the ocean rushing to and fro.
Like my heart beating.
This is my home.

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