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Horizon

Lying in the sand, listening to the sounds of the sea.

Looking out into the horizon, tell me what you see.

Tiptoeing into the waves and running back to the shore.

The shells rest where the sea hardly meets the shore, they present the feeling of curiosity and one cannot simply ignore.

Games are played everywhere- through the waves, on the red hot sand, even on the dunes.

I wish I had more time- I just got here and it’s not even noon.

Sandcastles built all around me, as I’m sunburned to a crisp.

Eagerness distracted me from the sunblock, but I can brag to my other single friends that the sun gave me a kiss.

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