Busy summer sunday quiet beach walk

An old gentleman I said hello to on my way saw me on the turn back, I think I remember he said he was eighty-nine. We watched the planes landing behind the beach. He told me a long time ago they had motor races on the hard sand.



I proved to myself horses do fly, but they don’t have rear ends.

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