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By bedazzled

The seagulls leave koru patterns across endless sky. Kia ora, horizon, with your upside-down smile. Won't you follow me down the old planks? They complain of flip flops that slap on their smooth sanded surface. Salt on your eyelashes, a summery blink, a green sun burnt into your eyelids. Sand in your icecream and under your nails, a warm sandy hug from the warm sandy dunes. And raggedy summer storms that pulse with the tide, driftwood flung and seaweed wounds. Foaming anger and lost starfish. Shells everywhere, in your mind, in your blood, this beach holds your spirit. Azure tears in the evenings, hidden amongst the soft grasses. You can wash your heart in the ocean here.

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