The sand tickles my ankles
As the breeze blows soft
The sun starts to makes its first peak from the end of the sea
I feel my feet dig into the crumbled bits of rock cooled by the night sky
I look ahead to see miles of endless water
My hair salty and tangled
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
The sand tickles my ankles
As the breeze blows soft
The sun starts to makes its first peak from the end of the sea
I feel my feet dig into the crumbled bits of rock cooled by the night sky
I look ahead to see miles of endless water
My hair salty and tangled
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