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Home is the sound of crashing waves,

And the salty aroma of hot chips.

People strolling down the boardwalk, 

I know that this is where I belong.

The red and yellow flags drifting in the gusts of wind that go by, 

The surfers gliding into the shore at any given moment.

Sunsets every morning, like a colour palette in the sky, 

I feel like I’ve known this place forever.

The corner coffee shop, 

So packed and full of people.

It is an intimidating place,

But it smiles for me.