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I have never been to the beach, so I don't know if I could give you an accurate description of it. I assume it's warm--unless you think going to the beach in the wintertime would be a pleasant event. I also assume it's sandy, and damp. The ocean crashes onto the shore every so often, lulling the tanners to sleep. If you're lucky, I'm sure you'll be able to find a shell that has "captured" that sound, and take it home with you, as token of remembrance.

But is this a cliche description? Is that how all beaches are?

I wish I knew. Perhaps I'll stumble upon the knowledge as I swim through life.

You know, I think I'll add "beach explorer" to my growing collection of creative dreams. I'll explore every beach, travel the world, collecting bits of sand from each one I visit in tiny, separate jars. I'll collect shells too, and different techniques on how to deal with sunburn.\

Yes.

I shall discover and explore the beach.
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  1. Madeline23.7.14

    Yeah, that's what the beach is like. I want to live under a dock when the tide is low and just stay there, with the sand burning my feet and the salty smell all around me.
    But that's just me. -.-

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  2. Kat23.7.14

    You have summed the beach up so much better than I could and I have been so many times I have lost count.
    Living in Australia, there are beaches all around where I live and so we go at least once or twice a year.
    -Kat
    (Almost)Completely Mad

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  3. sauropoda23.7.14

    My favorite thing about beaches is how different they can be. What you've described here is lovely - the gulf shore with white sand and crystal water. Peaceful and warm and inviting. It really is a wonderful experience. But I think my favorite beaches are the Outer Banks of North Carolina. They're wild beaches. Crashing waves, rocky shorelines, crushed up shells instead of sand. Cold water and rough weather. Wild horses running up and down the coastline. Just as lovely as the pristine tropical beaches, but in such a unique, powerful way. :)

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  4. Rebekah Joan24.7.14

    Beaches are so beautiful. :) And I don't know how long you've had this design because I've been working at camp, but me likes it muchly. :)

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  5. Jenny Jiang24.7.14

    I've hated the beach for as long as I can remember, but now I'm starting to like it more and more. (I should seriously learn how to swim decently. XD)

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