Racing the rotation of wheels. Making it early, to be safe from the rays of that raised temperature, a thick hide from the sun. Yet, we were running late. Hunger striking hard in the middle of the way, where the maximum distance was yet to be measured.
The far the eyes went was the sky welded without any joint with water. The blue hue of the sky reflected sharp on the water. But the shade was darker when we got in.
Shoes stuffed tight but were placed right. Naked feet making the impression by disturbing the sand.
The initial of letting the feet taste water was changed with a spark.
The sand looked prettier when it was beneath the feet but not when you were beneath it, with your clothes. Even not when it becomes hard to dust it out from the skin and dripping clothes.
The dive, the fight with those waves revealed strong. The buds, cells were flavoured salty.
The impression of the feet was blown away as that of many others.
The unintelligent talk about next destination. The path was old, known, but I was still aware of it. The house was new. The trio performance, then uncovering the flesh, parts by parts with those dropping H2O without NACL this time.
Only, the exposed skin, froth and water remained last. Browsing and exchanging clothes lead us to the floor with a fork trying to target as many noodles we can, at a time. Everything happened with the peace with a power nap, and something got opened.
Awesome
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