The Beach

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Lazing on the beach is where I'm most authentic.
When my feet hit the sand, I shoot into the ocean like cannon of fun, bursting with excitement because I am surrounded by "stuff".
Lots and lots of "stuff"!
Not material stuff, but B-I-G "stuff"!!
B-I-G "stuff" - Family. Friends. Sometimes a pet dog. Sharing precious moments in the sun, surf, and sand. Easy conversation. Giddy laughter tickling our ears.
B-I-G "stuff" - Nature. Entertaining us. Taking our breath away.
                                       Crabs tickling our toes.
                                       Pelicans diving for fish.
                                       Dolphins leaping on the horizon performing their ballet.
                                       Seashells and polished stones rolling onto the beach - girls pick them up and transforming them into summertime bling.
When relaxing at the beach, we are ALL authentic!
This is B-I-G STUFF!! 
              PRECIOUS!!
                 PRICELESS - worth more than anything I can think of!!

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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