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can you believe the sand is so warm so gritty beneath our toes and holds us up? It's like concrete with feeling, so far away from the suburbs type walkways streets paved everything, It gives a little shifts when your weight goes from foot to foot, striding , leaves a trace unseen walking down same home after home suburbs streets the same subdivided parts of living, plots lain out like cemetaries do, only missing the headstones, facing east. I get hot walking but enjoy the beach.
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
facing east
can you believe the sand is so warm so gritty beneath our toes and holds us up? It's like concrete with feeling, so far away from the suburbs type walkways streets paved everything, It gives a little shifts when your weight goes from foot to foot, striding , leaves a trace unseen walking down same home after home suburbs streets the same subdivided parts of living, plots lain out like cemetaries do, only missing the headstones, facing east. I get hot walking but enjoy the beach.
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
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