Summers spent on the sound, splashing and playing the day
away. Fond memories: sand under my feet, warm brackish breezes, skin tightening
as the sun etched smiles onto my face. Shells to be discovered and castles
built only to be washed away; beckoning come build on my beach yet another day. Waves gently rocked our little boat as we
anchored in a quiet inlet. Laying on the bow, listening to soft salty splashes
there and seagulls singing wistful happy summer songs.
My cares drift away with thoughts of clouds as they float
through my memory.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKEuOO0lQPc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKEuOO0lQPc
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