The beautiful expanse of the Pacific, it never gets old to me.  The way that the waves swish and crash, or how the bubbles of the water’s edge crawl up and back down the sand all day long, as if they are playing a game they never grow tired of.  I could dig my feet in and roll sand around between my toes, just sitting, watching, listening to the ocean for hours.  I love that I can stare at the horizon, or scan as far north and south up the coastline as my eyes will let me, but still never find the end.  I love that it is quiet but never silent, peaceful but never still...

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