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Seaside senses ipsum. I like the smell of the neoprene of wetsuits. I love the tang of a citrus ice lolly. I like the smell of seaweed. I hear the blowing up of inflatables. I like the smell of fresh doughnuts. I hear yells of delight. I like the smell of vinegar on chips.
My fingers trace the rough rocks. I love the saltiness on my lips. I like the smell of seaweed. I see red sun-bathers. My fingers trace the sharp barnacles. I love the sugary fluff of candy floss. I like the smell of the neoprene of wetsuits. My fingers trace patterns in the cold water. I hear the screeching of seagulls. I see toddlers finding shells. My fingers trace the smoothed lump of driftwood. I love the fizzy bubbles in the cold coke.
I like the smell of salt on the wind. My fingers trace shapes in the sand. I hear waves lapping on the shore. I love the tang of a citrus ice lolly. I see tiny fish in rock pools. I love the freshness of fish and chips on the beach. I hear boat masts clanking. I see boats bobbing up and down. I like the smell of the neoprene of wetsuits. I hear people talking. I love the sugary fluff of candy floss. I hear the wind in a shell.
My fingers trace suncream patterns on my skin. I like the smell of boat engines. My fingers trace the sharp barnacles. I love the sandy sandwiches. I like the smell of vinegar on chips. I hear people talking. I like the smell of suncream. I hear the screeching of seagulls. My fingers trace patterns in the cold water. I see tiny fish in rock pools. I love the hot chocolate on a cool day.
I hear boat masts clanking. I like the smell of vinegar on chips. My fingers trace suncream patterns on my skin. I love the sandy sandwiches. I see babies splashing. I love the sugary fluff of candy floss. I like the smell of the neoprene of wetsuits. My fingers trace the warm sand. I like the smell of vinegar on chips. I hear waves crashing on the rocks.