That good feeling
standing on the mountain of sand, the dunes-
taller than even the waves
and the scorching burn on my toes
tells me i should be in the water
now
not wandering
but i choose mind power
over instinct
for once.
a choice,
for once,
for that matter.
minutes later i look back
deciding my third cousin
is the prettiest teen on the beach
because of who she is.
i can still feel beach fire in my eyes
from nights ago.
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Interesting, I spent sometime with a third cousin of my own but he's only three and likes to fight with every one. Good stuff. Hope to hear about your summer reading soon.
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