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- Poetry > Free VerseBy Rachel L., Grandville, MIThe 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....