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From Memory

By Emma

 

Laying in the sand, the sun

Shinning down on me.

 

On my feet I smell

The ocean.  That salty smell.

 

There are people yelling

In the distance.

 

The waves are coming in

High now.

 

The clear blue water and

The white sand.

 

It is time to wake

Up from this memory.