The Beach Lost in Meaning.

Photo by Davide Sibilio on Unsplash

I remember there being tropical trees.

It was night and the breeze of the night brushed onto me.

Sand beneath my feet and the water swishing at just the right volume.

Not too violent, not too soft.

There’d been two clams off into the distance that I can only presume washed up on shore.

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