TDP- Longing for Home (Vacation Thoughts)

The ocean breeze, fresh, cool freedom, wraps me in a kiss.  From here, I can feel the water in my lungs when I breath; I feel it in my skin, my hair.  I think I was created here, from the sands and the salt.  The wind pleasantly persists for nearly seven minutes.  I stretch out, trying to reach out and touch something I don’t even believe in.  The waves crashing, this beach is where I belong.

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