The Beach (a narrative paragraph)

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Where am I?  I’m home.  Not my real home but somewhere I know just as well.  I can see the setting sun

in the distance though one wouldn’t think it was far away.  The light breeze brushes through my hair

and the faint smell of grilled hotdogs wafts through the air.  I stick my toes in the water.  A shiver runs

down my spine but I love it.  I notice a crab rushing to it’s hole and a deserted clam shell laying on the

sand.  I wonder for a moment where the sand stops.  Then I imagine it goes on for infinity.  I want to

follow it.  Wherever it goes I want to be.  Dusk sets in and I know I should be going but I can’t leave.  I

want to stay forever.  Forever until infinity.

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