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The beach.
Changing yet unchanging.
Everday, countless waves crash upon the shore.
The shoreline is eroded.
The sand is transported elsewhere.
The waves differ in height and strength.
Yet.
The beach will always be there.
Whether in Singapore, France of Hong Kong.
There'll always be a beach somewhere.
Terrifying to some.
Calming to most.
The beach is somewhere.
That I don't mind calling home.