[T H I S P L A C E] My toes sink into the warm s..

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[T H I S P L A C E] My toes sink into the warm sand. The salty breeze tickles my lonely hand. The crashing waves talk back and forth. And the big white clouds slowly blow north. Here, is the place, where I found who I am. The big, bright sun gave my heart a tan. ©futurehistory

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Really nice.(-:

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@lonepoet Thanks!

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