Sea in sand or sand in sea? Beach week billows with illusions, fire-breathing noons, and seaside make-believe. Sip white wine or moonshine from a hammock made of clouds, barefoot in a fresh dug memories. Catch a fever from the sand's skin, the world through beach umbrella lens, and trust the floaty feeling that if we stretch high enough, our fingers will skim coarse dune grass sprouting in the blue handkerchief sky. Eyes fixed on the horizon, a straight line, a misdirection, softened by the wand waves. A slight-of-hand vacation vanishes; the dates perform a quick change.
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