The wind whistling in my hair
The briny scent of the ocean, stinging my nose
The full moon, highlighting my path
The small grains of sand beneath my feet
The starry night filling my eyes
Is this what freedom feels like?
I think so
The stars twinkled at me
Daring me to join them
The waves danced
Begging me to join them
And so I did
I danced with the waves
I shone with the stars
I was free
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