I hear the ocean in a shell,
Alike but not identical.
I sniff the ocean in a shell;
It’s not the same wet salty smell.
I wade knee deep in the warm-gray-soupy water,
And race back to the beach when I spot a floater.
I feel the sea, the powerful motion
And play dodge-shark–this is the real ocean.
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