I was born near the ocean. For me, a beach always meant tan colored sand and the smell of salt in the air. Then I went to my husband's "beach". Where tranquil waters, met a different kind of land. There were no huge waves, there was no salty smell, but it was beautiful. Standing on the beach and looking across the lake, to where the forest began, I felt as I had never felt before. It was not a feeling of being so small in this immense world, a tiny grain of sand. It was more a feeling of having traveled far to a place where though I was st
ill a small part of it, I was a bigger part. It was lying on the grass, looking up into that great blue sky and thinking, THIS is where I belong. My journey started 1700 miles away. My home is here.
I was born near the ocean. For me, a beach always meant tan colored sand and the smell of salt in the air. Then I went to my husband's "beach". Where tranquil waters, met a different kind of land. There were no huge waves, there was no salty smell, but it was beautiful. Standing on the beach and looking across the lake, to where the forest began, I felt as I had never felt before. It was not a feeling of being so small in this immense world, a tiny grain of sand. It was more a feeling of having traveled far to a place where though I was st
ill a small part of it, I was a bigger part. It was lying on the grass, looking up into that great blue sky and thinking, THIS is where I belong. My journey started 1700 miles away. My home is here.
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