cadboro bay

On the beach near the wild stone creatures we played poker with seashells and I went all in. Waves crept up the sand, giant tongues rolling turning pebbles a darker shade of gray. And all the while a driftwood fortress kept us from wind and in the cast of the sun until it disappeared too below the horizon, and sailboats twisted across the top of seaweed speckled waters catching and throwing out the wind―a Utopian game of soft ball none could win...

FYEye

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have fuuuuuuuuuun!