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Dec 2014
The sand tickles my ankles
As the breeze blows soft

The sun starts to makes its first peak from the end of the sea

I feel my feet dig into the crumbled bits of rock cooled by the night sky

I look ahead to see miles of endless water

My hair salty and tangled

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Morgan Grace Matlock
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Morgan Grace Matlock  Texas
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