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monday, june 22, 1998, 01:03 a day at the beach. well, actually, we left the house at around four in the afternoon and got to spend a little over an hour before they closed the place for the day. but it was a nice beach, and i could only imagine how much more fun it would be with the sun out and less of a breeze and more people around. as it was, it was fun to walk along the water, the coldness reaching and wrapping up around my feet and ankles, the sand squishing between toes. but any more than that and the cold air would make it far more uncomfortable than not. and after a walk, which was meant to be a trek to a stone house at the end of the beach but which was cut a bit short by the sudden collection of seaweed along the beach and a whole lot of flies all over the seaweed, i just sat, and watched. watched the waves crashing into the sand. watched the kids playing in the water. watched the old couple walking along the beach. watched the gulls flying overhead. watched a beach ball getting batted around. watched the life guards being bored. and watched as the ocean spread slowly out into the horizon into the sky. i want to go back there.
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