winding up by the sea.
even the grown-ups appear content
as the first paces of evening
bring a freshening breeze with them.
time for packing,
beachballs to deflate,
togs to wring out
and uncomfortable grains of sand
to wash out from the nigglies of ones toes
by the cold-water tap
at the local strong smelling
convenience.
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Very crafty and natural, and so refreshingly vivid it takes the reader there. 10++++