The Beach I feel the soft twinkly sand in my palms. The salty sea air through my lungs is breath taking. As I lay on the sand watching the seagulls fly and the boats passing by. I see the little hands building a castle made of pearls , seaweed and the grains of sand. In the shade as the glimmer of the sun sneaks across the top of my sunglasses. Why do I feel home when I'm so far from it. Well I can say this is my place of peace.
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