Where Sea Meets Sand…

I dream of the beach.
White, hot sand.
Crashing blue water.
Broken shells and softly worn stones.

The scent of coconut, echoed by Tom Ford, drifts on the breeze.

A cocktail with a wonderfully-cheesy little umbrella awaits on land.

The pile of books garnered for the summer gradually dwindles.

Sunglasses shade sleepy eyes, and a gauzy white wrap whips around in the wind.

We hold onto summer for dear life.

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