Oceans
Oceans.
I feel the water on my hands,
the sand in my feet,
the wind in my face,
and the sunshine on my body.
What I don't see is the real story.
The crashing waves,
the sea foam drowning me,
The hurricane picking me up,
and the water plunging me down.
We all have one idea, but it is totally different than we thought.
Oceans.
They can be amazing, yet dangerous.
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