Sand beneath my feet,
waves pulling back,
creating a ripple,
when they hit,
salt,
stinging my cuts,
making me feel alive,
my breathing matches,
the soothing sounds,
of the ocean.
The sky turns purple,
then pink,
the breeze cools,
carrying seaweed and salt.
I am at peace,
whenever I see the ocean.
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