Walking softly along shores of the Atlantic ocean,
remembering the weekends spent at Seaside Heights
when in my twenties.
Perfect times, spent with cousins and family together.
Catching fish, crabs and eels sometimes.
Swimming and body surfing all day long, losing weight
just because I never stopped for a moment throughout
the day and evening hours.
Peacefully, enjoying all the good times sent my way,
appreciating every one of them with family.
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