Topic: Why swimming at the beach is good... | |
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the sensation of a breeze wrapping itself across bare skin the warmth of the sun upon your face...down your neck to fall back into the embrace of the earth...like the hands of a lover the ebb and flow of waves around you how they linger after you have left the water the memory of a lover missing someone so much while they are away it hurts, but in this moment ecstasy the embrace of the world, a completeness with the light upon your skin in this moment of memory you can breathe again |
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I the beach....
lacking in that sunshine area as of late though |
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I miss the beach.
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I sharks |
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When I was at the pier, someone next to me was fishing and caught a 2 inch baby shark.
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the beach is home to me, in my heart. an address one day very soon.
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It was my address for a while, and will be again some day.
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If you ever get sucked in by a strong current in the water by a beach it can scare the daylights out of you and give you second thoughts about swimming at the beach again.
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and yet i'll go again.... |
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Just making sure people are aware. |
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the beach is my best friend....
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Feeling the sand between yours toes.
The sound of the waves crashing. The warm sun on your back. The beautiful women. Good friends. Cold beer. What could be better? |
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Feeling the sand between yours toes. The sound of the waves crashing. The warm sun on your back. The beautiful women. Good friends. Cold beer. What could be better? um, exactly....saltwatered skin basking in the sun.....foreigners in tight little swimsuits.... |
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Beer, you forgot the beer...
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I was raised and lived most of my life close to the beach
i miss it so much |
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I was raised and lived most of my life close to the beach i miss it so much Me too!!! I wanted to go while in Galveston last weekend but didn't get the time :( I did drive down the seawall a few times tho! |
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