As I look at this picture with fond memories, I can once again smell the salt in the air...and hear the roar of the surf. This is where I spent all of my summers growing up, and a place to where I know I will eventually return. How can one describe such a place to those whom have never known the touch of the cool sand on their feet...Who have never experienced the joy of jumping the waves... The feel of the water lapping against your legs as you so desperately try to save your maginificent sandcastle (all sandcastles are grandeur to those who build them - especially those without any true skills)...The calmest of the waves when one needs to soothe their soul...the breathtaking beauty of its inhabitants...and the wonder of life that it gives so freely. There are those who believe a lake is on equal ground with the ocean, and I am here to tell them they are wrong. For a lake does not have the variety of life that the sea contains, nor does it provide such a lively hood for those who live within its boundaries. It does not have the depths, the treasures, and the force of the ocean. Lakes do have their place within our hearts, and they give peace to those who need it. But they will never compare on any level with the beauty of the Sea.
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