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My Beach House
Beach House
My every year beach house.
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My house, but with a beach 20 steps away. Although we have to pay, Our family enjoyed the morning air.
Where you woke up and heard the waves crashing on the rocks.
Where we heard the seagulls on top of our roof.
Our beach house was like a place where you keep all of your beach memories in a box.
This was a place where our family connected and shared stories.
It’s like a warm fuzzy teddy bear hug you get at Christmas. Where we built a messy gingerbread house. Where we ate yummy seafood and stuffed ourselves with clam chowder.
Where the beach is like a nonstop runner. Every two seconds a new waveforms and ends at the shore. Where the fire is as hot as lava. The sweet hot chocolate with fluffy marshmallows floating like clouds.
Where you took cozy naps and woke up with the morning sun coming out from the clear glass windows.
My Beach House.
