The Ocean Waved

It’s quieter here. At night we wear sweaters and stay up late playing games with the kids, red card blue card reverse order. When we lick our lips they taste like salt and grit and we don’t even mind.

Everything is books and sandwiches, cotton clothes and beach naps. The coffee tastes better with this view. I forget most things and maybe that’s the point.

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