The sand crunched underfoot.

Few shells lined the beach.

The sand here was not powdery soft, not white like home.

A wave rolled over her feet.

When the water retreated, sea foam coated her toes.

She looked around at the sun-faded pieces she could find, hoping to find at least one shell intact.

But she frowned when only pieces appeared, until a beautiful sand dollar revealed itself.

As the sun continued to warm her shoulders,

She looked up the beach from under her floppy brim.

Figures in the distance appeared like multi-colored lines with their reflections in the cocoa colored sand.

The water turned from muddy blue to sapphire as she looks out towards the West.

Days like this, they do not last. Enjoy them when they are here.

Thankfully the memories, they remain.

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