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Where I BelongThis is where I belong surrounded by ocean waves, going for a swim, would be torture but, there are times, when I'm brave. Being around the ocean reminds me of days long ago, when I would walk down the beach and run in the waves to and fro. I would pretend I was a pirate looking for some buried gold, I didn't have a care in the world even when, the water was cold. I miss those times when mom would be with me, that is when I felt so safe and carefree. I take pictures for her she misses the sights and sounds, but, this is where I belong even if, there are people around. Copyright Cynthia Jones I love being around the ocean. I try to take as many pictures as I can for my mom. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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