Sea
We wake early for the drive towards the sea Pack everything into our small car until it’s full to burst while the sun is still pink And set off to the coast. In the high hills we spot the thin, Bright flash of blue on the horizon Compete to be the first to shout That we can see the sea. The salt wind tastes Like home and travel And as we race over the mounting dunes, The sand grass waving in…
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