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The waves
Turn
Blue to white
The roaring
Ceases to stop
I belong here.
Foam
Appears
At the tip
Of a bent over
Crest
Causing a comfortable
Mist
To overwhelm me
With a sense
Of adrenaline.
I watch them
Crash
Into cold
Wet
Earth.
I belong here.



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