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The Beach

I am pulled toward the water, as if by a string. I wave off the calls of mom "Don't forget sun-screen!" I wish to race into it and do one of those graceful swan dives, but instead, I hold back, take a deep breath, and slowly walk forward. When the water touch's my toes, my resistance breaks. Racing into the wave, I flop in, and bask in the sunshine.





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