Skipping along the sandy shores. Imprinting the rocky beige roads. Aqua blue waters cascade and flap against the tiny sea coast. Children gripping onto broken seashells. The air is crisp and at times dry. Crinkling the skin right after sundown.
Campfires lit at the strike of night. Igniting the air with dancing flames and life. Smores and whiskey encamp the sandy grounds. Summer moments resting in the smell of beach barbecues. Lying still under an umbrella beach chair.
Floating on top of a deserted life saving vest. Laughter and giggles break the silent air. Not ceasing to end until morning draws near. All is picked up and cleared. Leaving the beach air still. Signs posted to lock up these grounds again. Leaving fall and winter to shade the place until next year.
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