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The warm summer breeze

Washes over my face.

I close my eyes.

I don't want this to ever end.

I look around the crowded beach.

I watch the children play.

They build castles and collect shells.

I wish I could sit here all day.

I love the summer.

I love the sun.

I just loving having fun.

But the one thing I love the most

Is all the time spent with family and friends.


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