The love of the ocean, or of any place fondly remembered from when we lived near it. Sometimes we can stay there for our lives, but then there are times that we must leave. Sometimes fate can bring us back to it, but other times, we can never return. Fate can be funny this way, especially when we look back into our pasts, to think about the places that we loved.

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An interesting piece to read.

Spelling and Grammar
I don't see any issues with spelling or grammar.

Well, this is the BIG BAD WOLF, and I howl at the moon every night.
HOWLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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