Twinkle
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Nail girls protected by large floppy hats seeking cuticles needing a trim canvas sand sun lovers.
String theory bracelet girls traverse grains of the universe. Boys ply sunglasses. The future is brilliant.
A girl balancing a bamboo platter of pineapples, mangoes, bananas, paring knife, plastic bags and sharp sticks prowls sand from dawn to dusk.
People watch people watching people. It's the thing - look without understanding.
A narrow blue and white boat arrives on sand. A boy throws out a rusty anchor.
Backpackers from islands unload kilos of memories, dreams and reflections.
Boatman launches five large empty water bottles toward land grab.
Mid-day sun shimmers above shaded tables as massage clients smothered with oil feel muscled women knead bronze skin tone epidermis as children laugh, run and play in surf near extreme serious a-dolts and retirees wondering how they ended up in paradise removed from frozen Europe hearing dulcimer hammers at a nearby five-story Chinese hotel cement project.
Swimmers plunge into H2O covering 70% of Earth.
Couples embrace cold drinks behind mirrored sunglasses.
Fat white Russians slobber UV 30 on skin drink cold beer discussing nuclear options against NATO.
99.9 % of beach people stare at phones.
Strangers accustomed to cement pavement feel sand. Danger.
Watch your step. Cautious sensation.
Babel languages whisper a Sappho wind oracle singing iambic pentameter odes with save face time.
Spit in the ocean.
Restless orange diamond light crashes into sunset.
Red sun white waves blue sky green islands. Floating world.
Silver waves lap shore
White crescent moon hangs by a thread
Stars sing with their light
I am twinkling
Create your life sandcastle
Rinse and repeat
A brown butterfly dances with green waves singing sand