Jan. 1 2018

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I miss the sand


The soft sand hitting my feet


The waves crashing


Making me smile and lean back in my chair


Looking up at the stars


And connecting them one by one


Hearing some people softly play music in there room


Little kids screaming and hunting crabs


I miss it


Even if I wasn't fully happyI miss it

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