When I read this prompt this morning at 4:00 am, I immediately thought of my beach. It is my favorite place, though I've an affinity for many places, this place always makes me feel calm and centered. The susurration of the waves calls to me like voices from a long forgotten past. The crisp smell of salt in the air covers, but not completely, the dank smell of seaweed, shells abandonned by their inhabitants , and the layer of natural clay. The cry of seagulls, a piercing call, seems to have music that is just beyond my understanding. It is a New England beach, the coastline more covered in rocks and shells than sand.
I take my son there once a year, and it brings me a great sense of joy to know that he is also in love with "my beach."
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I chose the beach too as my favourite place, I'm lucky enough to live just 1 mile from the sea, (shame I can't see it grom my house though!)
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