life is a beach

February 25, 2019

I’d be quite happy at this parasol, hot sand underneath my bottom, and a warm wind blowing about me. When I was little I spent hours at the beach. I loved the feeling of salt and sand against my skin; I loved the way it darkened to the colour of cinnamon. I could spend ten straight hours on a beach –– looking for shells, building sand castles, idling in the shore –– and never get bored. To this day, I love coming home with sand in my shoes, a small reminder of where I’ve been.


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