As I sat there and felt my fingertips slowly ,
\slide against the sand and the wind rush,
\rapidly through my hair, watching as the warm summer
\sun set,
\listening to the ocean water which seemed to be
\satisfying,
\as the wind glided along it.
\As the crickets sang their summer night song,
\I looked up to see the clouds slowly fade,
\seeing how calm and beautiful it was,
\I realized I wouldn't rather be anywhere else but
\where I was then,
\as I sat there and opened my eyes I looked around
\finding myself surrounded by the same four walls...

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