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The sound of the waves,

Hitting the shore,

Was his favorite sound.

 

The swift ocean breeze,

Running over his skin,

Was his favorite feeling.

 

The little white sailboat,

Sailing along the horizon,

Was his favorite sight.

 

I sit here,

On this beach,

And wonder.

 

What are you doing?

Are you happy where you are?

Why’d you go?

  

                                                                                        -Brianne

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