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Summer

People laughed while splashes on the beach came in contact with my  eyes.

The sand grain by grain fell out of my hands.

The light that sparkles on the sand approached my eyes.

Ice-cream melts on the tip of my tongue.

The ice-cream van plays it’s music into my ears.

The ocean breeze  enters my nostrils.

 

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