This sea, I've seen it before, but from the other side.
I was much different then.
I wouldn't have enjoyed it this much, as I do now, and in fact I did not enjoy it this much.
The sea pulls at me much stronger now, and the beach supports me very firmly with its hands, like the most hospitable host a guest could imagine.
The wind is the child of the house, running around, playing, somewhat dampening the atmosphere the sea and sand try to create, slightly annoying, but always pleasant; we are thankful for everything we have.
Though only a couple of years ago, I was much younger then.
I sat then as I sit now, assuming the same role as visitor, only this time I appreciate what is before me, and I have more susceptibility to understand, and more inclination to want to stay, and the desire to give as I receive; I want to build a lasting, genuine, heart binding friendship, a screen though which no wrong or evil can pierce, a trust that cannot be broken by any doubt.
I missed out before, and I hope I'll get a second chance, and it appears that I will; they are ever forgiving.
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