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| Smile |
Picked up a pebble on the sand
It knows my hand
I taught the sea my song
And it sings it for me
When I am gone.
And it's gonna miss me when I am gone.
We are drawn to the seaside over the summer for a bit of peace, bit of ease of being, bit of salt water on our bodies, sand in our toes. Makes it all worthwhile.
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| Flip flops |
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| shell underwater |
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| beach time |
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| Donkey at rest |
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| Seagull 55 |
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| Off they go |
Surfing and body boarding
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| Surfers heading for the waves in Cornwall |
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| Surfers looking for the waves in the mist, Cornwall |
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| Body boarders, Cornwall |
Can't beat a pier!
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| Running on The Pier |
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| Fish n Chips |
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| Fab day! |
