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Living on the beautiful island of Okinawa, there was a lot to experience at the White Beach. I remember the overwhelming site I behold with each visit. My memory consisted of the blue sky, pure sand, intense sun, noticeable breeze and sparkling water. For me, White Beach was my place to gather peace of mind. Everything the beach had to offer I would take in. I look back now and miss the occasions spent in this sweet escape. Walking down to the beach, I pass by the high standing rocks; their face having the appearance of a hard and rough surface. The darkness of the color draws in hands to caress; only to retreat in response to the razor like surface. Closing my eyes briefly, I can feel the breeze tickling my arm hairs. In my ears I can hear the sound of gently breaking waves.
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