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I walk down to the waters edge, my feet sinking into the soft tan sand.
The moment my toes touch the water, I feel at peace, at home.
The river is cleansing, refreshing, renewing.
I remember coming here with my cousins and sister a long time ago.
I remember driving down the gravel roads in the countryside to get here, remember riding in a red truck down to the river.
I remember going fishing with my dad when I was a little kid.
Now, as a teenager, I breath in the fresh scent of the rolling waters, the cool, clean air, the trees all around.
I’m surrounded by beauty, by sunlight, by memories so clear I can almost reach out and touch them.
This is home.
I sometimes wish that everyone could feel this way. I wish that everyone could come bury their problems under the hills of velvety sand, could wash their troubles away in the icy waters. I wish that everyone could find a place like this, could feel their memories and dreams flow around them. This place is so simple, yet so majestic, so peaceful, so magic.
