The waves dance up the salted sand
And the seaweed attatches itself to my feet.
I lie there,
looking up at the sunwarmed sky.
Nothing could be more beautiful….
than a morning at the most spectacular beach.
The waves dance up the salted sand
And the seaweed attatches itself to my feet.
I lie there,
looking up at the sunwarmed sky.
Nothing could be more beautiful….
than a morning at the most spectacular beach.
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