'no place like home'
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Complete Sun, Jul 31, 2016<5 mins
intro
when i was younger i was told, my mother.. before she had died, almost had me on a boat at sea. ever since then i have been connected to the ocean, and what lives beneath the water. everyone loves the beach! but me.. i belong there! this is where my story...
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