Like a child, I kick my feet through shallow water and then make my way over sun-warmed pebbles to sit in the shade and enjoy the faintest of breezes.
I pull a small, slim book from my pocket. It is old and tattered but a good companion. I do judge this book by its cover as it always makes me smile the way you do when you remember a good time spent with a lover or friend and, inadvertently, I look up as if expecting you to come walking and smiling along the beach towards me.
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