Thornton beach camp
Wobbling, blurring heat waves above the sand as I stretch out on the golden beach
The fresh, salty scent of the sea as I watch the waves crash to the sandy shore
The treacherous, strong wind rattling trees and bowling over tents
The luxuriously soft, wet sand squelching between my water wrinkled toes as I dash up and down the beach collecting creamy white shells
Sweet, burning milo spread its tingling sensation across my tongue
I think I just had the best camp ever.
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