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Descriptive essay on the ocean essays Aimee L. Farina English 101: 10:30 MWF 15 September 2001 The Smell of Salt When deprived of water, a sponge becomes hard and brittle. It shrivels up like a wilted flower, lifeless. Water relaxes sponges, fills them up, makes them soft and supple. At times, I find myself becoming hard and much in need of something to fill me up and restore my deadened senses, to, if you will, water me. The ocean satiates my senses and rejuvenates my spirit. It awakens me from my trance, imposed upon me by the insensibility of the world. For me, the ocean has adigrat university video on organizing represented escape, new beginnings, adventure. What things lie on the other side, what wonders does it hold in its deeps? Many a tale has been told by the ocean, whether released from the depths or cast upon the beach. Some of my most vivid and beautiful memories were made so by the sea and its shore. When I was a little girl, my family had a summer house on a point. There A Naive Need for Social Equity An analysis on Harrison Bergeron Can a non-american access Massachusetts Institute of Technology(aka MIT)? huge white monastery next door, with a high sea wall in front of it. At high tide, the ocean came right up to the management university of toronto mississauga bookstore and slapped against the stone. At the wall’s end, the land Can a non-american access Massachusetts Institute of Technology(aka MIT)? out into a sandbar. In June, at low tide, you could walk down there and the sandbar would be teeming with horseshoe crabs, heavily armored and prehistoric-looking. If you looked closely, you could see air bubbles rising up from small holes in the shallow pools, a telltale sign of a hermit crab. I loved walking to the sandbar and seeing all the life. I was fascinated by florida state university golf shirts. Sometimes, though, I’d stay too long and get caught on one side of the sea wall by the tide. To my english short story for children mind, the ocean Farina 2 could be scary. Getting home became an adventure, but I somehow always made it safely. If you were to walk the other way down the beach, towards the point, the sea walls were lower, but they ran along for ages. One would run into the next, white stone into orange brick into gray rock. I would.