Ocean
sharp
bluffs packed with tall pines
the long,
flat expanse
the
endless rolling roar of waves
and wind
fine,
grey, powder sand
raked by
wind
constant
wind
kites
dancing
beach
wanderers
and ocean
spray
brave
swimmers gallop into the water
and my
face feels the ocean
I can
taste the ocean through my skin.
-Kevin Slick
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