So we are loving the gentle breeze and the bit of cool ocean air. It makes you think that you are at the beach in Del Mar. You are fifteen years old, it is five in the afternoon, you and your friends arrived at ten that morning. Now the mist is blowing in off the Pacific and in a few minutes your ride home, mom, will arrive. Tomorrow you may do that same thing and it will be a great summer. Next year you will get a summer job, but for now you you have time to think and dream.
I Am Lucky
8 years ago
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Spoken like a true lover of the beach! Those aren't exactly my memories of growing up in Long Beach, but they're close! I had to work in the morning, then go to the beach while aI took care of my little sister. But still wonderful! Enjoy the balmy days while they last!
Silvija
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