Saturday, August 20, 2011 (232/962)
This is what I posted online from this beach: Heat still radiates from the bonfire pit, and the scent of charred wood fills the air as a single ember glows on. The warm summer breeze blows across my dripping wet body as I search for my clothes on the star-lit beach. The rhythmic crashing of the waves on the shore lets me know I am home. I can almost taste those lips again; a distant memory.
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