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Aug 2023
The ocean shore is my comfort place
The sounds
The smells
Looking at the same scene
Different every second
Yet predictable
My stress melts away
As soon as my bare feet hit sand
It’s as close as I can get to walking on water
While never leaving land
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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