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I guess one of the places I always seemed to run off to growing up was the beach. As a child, it was almost impossible to escape it. The roar of crashing Atlantic Ocean, terrifying yet soothing, presented a magnetic duality, always fresh, always alive. Many mornings I would find myself lying on damp sand, before the day broke over the horizon with my senses barred before the ever changing canvas of sky. No two moments were ever alike.And when the rainy season comes, its like heaven. Destruction and regeneration in all its glory. Darkness. Thundershowers.Lightning storms. Regrowth of vegetation.

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