You can't close your eyes while you read this poem, but it will transport you to the beach. Thanks for sharing, Molly! I love the sound of the waves crashing against the shore refusing to give into the unforgiving chill of the sea the quiet chaos of the big blue ocean toes in the sand My hear belongs at the beach I love seashell collecting, the long walks along the shore the ocean just a whisper, lovely but chaotic, beautifully dangerous My heart belongs at the beach I love the chill of the ocean just barely grazing my knees the warm caress of the summer breeze in my hair My heart belongs at the beach I love the warm sand covering my feet like a blanket protecting me from the real world My heart belongs at the beach
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