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Ocean

Walking in the rough,
Yet soft sand
Towards the blue kingdom ahead of me.

When I reach it,
I stand in front of it.
Let the wind blow through my hair,
The salty olfactory in my face.

As I look at
The sparkling crystal clear waters ahead of me,
I smile
Before I dive in.





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