Ocean Wave

Ocean Wave

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I'd walk along the sandy shore as I feel the wet sand on my feet as the waves crash. I would watch flying fish jump out of the sea " Zaria wait for me" I turn around to see my mom trying to walk fast on the sand. Her long curly hair would slap her face and I would laugh at her "why isn't it the same anymore" Then the ocean disappears and I'm sitting in a room with a lady and her clipboard "Zaria You need to tell me what happened"
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