I remember the squashed in relatives and friends in a small car. I remember my mother in her tiny bikini and smiling around her large sunglasses.
The women in their hardly there suits and shiny bodied,
Coconut scented and a toss of hair.
I was among the beautiful,
Splashing sea water and digging sand castles to wash the tide.
I was one with the ocean and with the earth,,
The sand sinking between my toes.
Ankle deep, I rock slowly with the entire world.
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