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i sat on the beach sand , my slender fingers dipped into the cold , cold water . waves curl at stones and my feet , as the bright moon above shone down below .

i fall back onto the sand , my eyes closing . a gust of wind ruffles my hair , disheveled and messy .  it ' s ... soothing .

serenity fills me up , swallows me whole . i am at peace .

i am here , away from my boring 'home' . i want more .

i see a tail in the water  .

and now i'm sure that it wasn ' t just a fish or i'm not seeing things .

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