At the Beach
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3 min readAug 26, 2021
I cannot take my eyes away from them. Or maybe I can and don’t want to. If you are me, likely you won’t, too, so blame me for nothing.
I am at the beach, sitting under a canopy while my wife lies beside me. We have been here going towards an hour. Harriet is engrossed in a mystery novel and doesn’t want to be bothered. I have taken dips into the water already while Harriet wants to finish a few pages before deciding to join me.