cahsuhdee The first thirteen years of my life were spent by the sea - and there are ways it will always haunt me. The way the breeze delicately runs its fingers through my hair, like my mother has always done. How the tides pull me away from the safety of shore, hugging every limb, only to push me back through oncoming waves.The lasting smell of salt on and in my skin... The sea will forever be my first love, but it will not be my last.

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The first thirteen years of my life were spent by the sea - and there are ways it will always haunt me. The way the breeze delicately runs its fingers through my hair, like my mother has always done. How the tides pull me away from the safety of shore, hugging every limb, only to push me back through oncoming waves.The lasting smell of salt on and in my skin... The sea will forever be my first love, but it will not be my last.