On long beach
we swam in the cold water
before walking up to the wreck
of the Kakapo
which were covered with sand
with pieces of rusting iron
sticking out
like a big skeleton
and a round semi-circle at the back.
The sand was soft
and white under our feet
with Chapman's Peak and Noordhoek
towering up above us,
within walking distance.
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on long beach we swam in the cold water. how healthy