I'm not going to whine about the heat again, but I remember this day. Magical day, with foam swirling at our feet--the beloved's teeth chattering--the girl saying, "Let's walk a little farther," and the birds calling as they fluttered and tumbled down the hard sand.
I'm gonna write a beach scene. Set in winter. But I must be careful not to wish summer away. That would be crazy.
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