4 February 2013
S and and sea and salty memories of sunscreen on hot golden skin and T ime spent beneath bluest skies streaked with white gulls and coloured kites,
I n cold clear waters and crashing waves, playful beach games and languid V ast and endless summer days, when hours stretch and the warm evening aches, E very sunset a painting, every sunrise a new life, each day a hazy mirage it seems; S end me back, down cobbled winding streets to my coastal love, my Cornish dream.
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