Eyes in the pink marking the end of a long day. Toes between little sand grains and cracked shells. The ocean is vast, and the horizon seems light years away.
Hand grasping the side of the rocking motorboat, a fishing rod held to the left. The wake dribbles to shore, and make a home on the sliver of tan that is the beach.
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