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Moses

The waves washing over me drifting my problems away. The sun scorching my skin burning my inhibitions out. The sand slipping out of my hand grain by grain, sadly like an hourglass. My time fading into a sunset. Soon i will be back in the classroom where my water bottle is the closest I'll get to the ocean, wishing summer never ended.

Moses

The waves washing over me drifting my problems away. The sun scorching my skin burning my inhibitions out. The sand slipping out of my...