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black sands

March 31, 2026

A short drive on a motor bike
with my beloved holding my sides
wind whipping through our helmets
sunshine on the skin
paradise comes in twos

The ocean is always available
yet we forget and come together
friends also come for beach walks
and we say hello

the best part of the whole morning
was washing my feet of sand
outside the coffee shop restaurant

the simple act of feeling dirt
becoming clean
and feeling refreshed from the earth

black sands
still cling to the legs
these moments, and others like them
are worth revisiting

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