February 10, 2013
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I cannot think where I would rather be;
Bright blue sea compliments a cloudless sky.
Children, old and young, surf through rolling sea;
My eyes brim with salt; ears full with gull cry.

I am brave, a force to be reckoned with;
The pounding waves roar, but I do not shy.
I tackle each swell with fire in my hearth;
Never have I felt so free, nor flown so high.

Above, I sense the churning of water;
Feel the exhilaration of the wave.
Below, I remain safe from the danger;
Alone in my safe haven, free from cascade.

For hours on end, I play in the waves
Drunk on the love the foaming ocean gave.

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