Creative Writing- place poem

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I can taste the salty water
and feel the shifting sand
beneath my feet
the tide bobbing me
up and down and sideways
seaseed swirling around my legs
my hair plastered to my back
ends flowing in the green blue sea
the sun drying my back
before the ocean wets it again
I leave the ocean, water tugging my ankles
like a dog that doesn't want to let go
the sand slipping away
like that in an hourglass

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