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Any abhorence I have ever felt for Florida is swiftly washed away with the grains of sand into the ocean's tides as the waves receed.
I sit on the beach and the beauty istantaneously causes life to make sense. What is more comforting that the tranquil sound of the waters crashing forward through the sand, and quietly retracting themselves. I couldn't picture anyplace else I'd rather be right now.
