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I was born and raised in Florida. I lived no more than two miles from the beach until I was thirteen. Then, we moved inland, but that was okay because there were lakes everywhere. When I was eighteen, I moved back to the beach. |
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I have always felt an affinity towards the ocean. The endless drifting, pulling, and ebbing stirs my blood. Nothing is more invigorating than the smell of the ocean. I now live over an hour and a half away from the beach. I feel myself |
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losing part of that peace that the ocean has always brought me. I can no longer just go down to the beach to have a cigarette or watch the sunset or moonrise. I feel as if a part of me is missing, something is gone -- the beach. |
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There is something called the "beach mentality;" it is a relaxed and laid-back outlook on life. I have started to lose that mentality, I am always stressed and angry. I try to go to the beach when it gets really bad and it all just goes away. |
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This series of pictures were taken my last morning in Florida. I got up extra early and went down to the beach to watch my last Florida sunrise. I love the purples, pinks, blues, and oranges that come out when the sun is coming up. |
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Now, I look at these pictures and I can almost feel the breeze and taste the salt. I hear the birds flying overhead and the sound of the ocean caressing the shore. I miss the beach, but I will go back. It calls to me everyday. |
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