The trip

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By beautyisinside

August 14th,2007 The Ocean is a beautiful place. You can hear the sound of the waves wash upon the shore and the children play in the background. You can see the first people have started the fire and you can smell the smoke miles away. You can see all the friendly people and how they offer each other a helping hand. You can see the boats come off the dock and in to the ocean. You can hear joyous people sing. When all is said and finished at least you have had a joyous time.

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