Ocean
The pungent smell of saltwater soaks the air
The sound of swishing, crashing impatient waves
Are rolling children dog-piling in playful chaos
Racing toward the shore
Bare feet crush barnacles on rugged rocks
And slip on slimy, soft, lush algae
A smooth rounded horizon
Reveals white wings on water
And like a glass orb
Glistens in sunlight.
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