my beach


I know it doesn’t belong to me, but it belongs to here, my life, my home. Not everyday, as a matter of fact, not near enough often enough, but when I want to see the sea, it’s this beach I love. It has it’s own little life. Some days you can hear it before you can see it, some days it’s cold and windy, some days it’s wet all around, some days you can smell it a mile away, some days it’s all sand, some days it’s all pebbles and today it was smiling!

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