Paddling in waves
Biting my feet
Freezing my skin
Making my free tremor
Ice cold love from the water
Swashing up and down the sand
Leaving creatures and seaweed back on dry land.
Hiding crabs under rocks
Bringing coal up from the, what was once,
Coal mines.
My feet scream as the waves crash hire
Yet my body is warm from the beaming sun.
Burning body, freezing feet and loving the weather.
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