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The shore cradles the salty water,
shushing it softly, like a
lullaby. Somewhere off in the
distance you can hear the faint
yips of dogs or squeals of children
at play. Brisk ocean breezes
throw my hair back into a tousled
bun. I stand at the tip
of the shore, the waves kissing my feet, welcoming me into its
arms. I curl my toes into the
sand beneath me to hold on,
afraid of floating off.




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Fran333This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
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Wow! This is amazing. I can just picture every detail as if I'm really there. I can feel the sand, the breeze. I can see the ocean in front and hear the voices behind. I love this poem from the very first line. I would have never thought of it but "the shore cradles the salty water" fits so perfectly. I feel you didn't waste a single word you wrote. It all fits as well as matching puzzle pieces.
 
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