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He told me of the fields around the house, of swaying grass and the sound of the sea as it pummeled the shoreline. I had never seen the ocean, so in his letters he described the sounds and smells of it to me in detail. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel the cold callous touch of the wind as it whipped across the sand. I could taste the pungent snap of sea salt as it parched my lips. My eyes watered, my skin cracked, my hair got greasy and tangled in the wind. All from the words he wrote in his letters.

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