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- Ahhh, the ocean. Barely time for more than a glimpse. The wind whips my hair into my eyes, fills my lungs with great gulps of sea air. I play “catch me if you can” with the incoming surf. Breakers roll me under their spell, cleanse my battered soul. The tide turns. I watch the sun start to set, walk slowly back towards the crescent moon…and my life.
coppsky 