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May 29
Waves crash white cresting foam that slaps the shore, cold at first as I wander out to explore,  fins on feet and snorkel out toward the break, where I find a nice flat rock to sit in the sun and bake.

Children play with their mother on the beach,  ocean life swims under and all around me,
   I gaze out over an open water
                                           daydream.
New hobbies
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