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My Cabin By Emma S. It is warm and the when the waves Hit the other waves it makes a sound. The water tasted like salt. When I see the tube I want To ride it. When I fall off The tube, it flies like a kite In the air. I feel The water rushing against my knees. After I swim, I smell The meat cooking. I hear the four-wheelers Going up the hill. I smile. And feel great. It’s my cabin. |