Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I break the surface of the sand as I approach the crashing waves. This is not California sand, it is disparate. But wrapped in that difference is a familiarity and I realize that this ocean connects me to home. A bit of nostalgia sinks in. I inhale the salty air. The ice cold water pierces my skin and sends a chill up my spine. Yet, somehow I am soothed.  I never thought the sea could be so comforting.  I am home. 

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A fortunate 10 minute walk from my apartment

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