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Aug 2018
The sound of the waves,
crashing at your sandy feet.

The feeling of the warm,
misty air brushing your face.

That ocean smell that you can’t quite
put your finger on, taking you away.

The bright sunset reflecting on the glistening water.

You close your eyes, take a deep
breath and wake up.
Only to find yourself closing your
eyes, trying to go back to that place.
The best vacation of any kind, is one taken by the mind.
Written by
Noah Clark  19/M/PA
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