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[peachfuzz]

Gulling birds fly passed as waves crash. Each step in the sand is heavy, the lawn chair strap around my back is cutting into my burning shoulder, barely hanging out. My sandals barely hang on as the ground gives out beneath them. Each step pushes back into the sand in order to move forward. The ocean is the perfect painting of oblivion, reaching out infinity over my imagination. Children run with laughter while the parents pretend to read. Police drive their four-wheelers by a landscape red solo cups and burning cigarettes with the thought to join. A single engine plane flies by buzzing like a low-mid 80's bass line and hanging an advertisement for gambling, responsibly. Pink dots float in the ocean like sprinkles on a cake.