Ocean breeze blowing,
feet kick and splash,
Ocean waves breaking, on rocks with a crash.
Boys finding seashells,
girls sifting sand,
Friends building castles, as high as they can.
I stretch my arms out, far as they'll reach
"... we are always harking back to some occasion which seemed to us to reach perfection, setting that up as a norm, and depreciating all other occasions by comparison. But these other occasions, I now suspect, are often full of their own new blessing, if only we would lay ourselves open to it. " (C. S. Lewis)
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