the sand between my toes,
the setting sun that looks like a faraway egg yolk,
my hair that's gently tousled by the warm-as-honey breeze,
my skin that smelled like sweet pineapple and milky coconut,
the sweet coldness on my tongue from the orange and vanilla-twisted custard on a cone,
the day that i felt this was all i ever need
remembering days at the beach.
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