where i grew up the sand is different....course and littered. coney island sand burning your feet till you reached the shore or made it to the damp, dark sand underneath the boardwalk.
i remember sand in my shoes,
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
no. 61/ sand
the sand on corondo beach has a gold flake to it, which sparkles on wet skin. i know that sand the hotel del and i ache with familiarity.
where i grew up the sand is different....course and littered. coney island sand burning your feet till you reached the shore or made it to the damp, dark sand underneath the boardwalk.
i remember sand in my shoes,
sand in my clothes, scratching my skin.
where i grew up the sand is different....course and littered. coney island sand burning your feet till you reached the shore or made it to the damp, dark sand underneath the boardwalk.
i remember sand in my shoes,
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