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Seaside senses ipsum. I like the smell of suncream. I see people crabbing. My fingers trace the sharp barnacles. I see games being played. My fingers trace lines in my sandcastle. I see tiny fish in rock pools.
I love the freshness of fish and chips on the beach. I see red sun-bathers. I like the smell of salt on the wind. My fingers trace the rough rocks. I see games being played. I hear the wind in a shell. I love the sandy sandwiches. My fingers trace the smoothed lump of driftwood. I hear windbreaks flapping. My fingers trace suncream patterns on my skin. I hear the wind in a shell. I like the smell of the neoprene of wetsuits.
I hear yells of delight. I like the smell of vinegar on chips. I see toddlers finding shells. My fingers trace shapes in the sand. I hear the wind in a shell. I love the saltiness on my lips.
I hear people talking. My fingers trace suncream patterns on my skin. I hear waves lapping on the shore. My fingers trace the warm sand. I like the smell of suncream. I see surfers riding the waves. My fingers trace shapes in the sand. I see babies splashing. I like the smell of fresh doughnuts. My fingers trace patterns in the cold water.
I love the freshness of fish and chips on the beach. I like the smell of the neoprene of wetsuits. I love the sugary fluff of candy floss. I hear boat masts clanking. I love the tang of a citrus ice lolly. I hear windbreaks flapping. I like the smell of boat engines. I hear yells of delight. I love the saltiness on my lips. I hear waves lapping on the shore. I love the hot chocolate on a cool day.