Ocean of Freedom
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Ocean of Freedom

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She stared at the ocean, and the ocean looked back at her,

Every evening, she came and watched the sun go down,

How uncountable flocks of birds flighted their way home against the orange skies,

How the waves tirelessly kissed her feet and went back again and again,

She loved how salty the air tasted,

And she loved how goofed up her hair would be,

Every time the wind hugged her tight.

How the view pleased her eyes, from the continuous electronic glare of her screen,

How refreshing the waves felt against her skin,

How beautiful it was to connect back with the place,

Where her soul truly belonged, where it seeked solace.

She will miss this terribly, because now she leaves.

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