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The memories merge
into a colored collage of family vacations. Vacations scattered across decades of beaches from Oklahoma to the Pacific Coast. One beach stands out from the rest, the sand was fire and the water ... salt cold, the epiphany struck like the waves against my body. My brothers, my sister, and I were walking separate paths into the ocean of life. Line count: 17
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