Just that she loves the waves, the smell, atmosphere etc, 'I love the sea so much'. It wasn't poetic or anything. I've spent a bit more time with her and she seems a bit ENTJish to me so might suggest a childlike Se. Still not sure though.I wrote the below poem sitting on a glider looking at the garden in my backyard (pic below, laid down this past May and June and mind my sister-in-law had a hand in this—it’s our garden—when I plant, I plan it out; even when I buy the plants or seeds)...
I could tell you the colors but that would be rather bland to me. I could say something like ivory white rose, as that is its color, but I would say what that rose means. Making a live garden come alive is what I naturally do—what does it convey, not what it just looks like. I could write very descriptive—this would necessitate that I wrap my head around it meaning thinking more upon it and not intuitively; even though, I guess intuitive is a part. Like the beach scenario—I heard the hush of the seaweed green sea as it thrashed across the bronzed sand. The crescendo brought forth stirring memories from another time. Pristine.
The other early evening
Sitting benched and quiet
Gazing the frivolities of a backyard garden
A ghost of a red rose sat stark
Full of color alive became its follow
The lyrics danced and shimmered
There where the hush meets its ground
Others played like a waltz but one
The power of mother giving breath
Oh how she danced the eyes glimmer
All that was left faded the words
And here you feel the white rose rest
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So, with this said, @Dscross, what were her actual words about the beach?