The ocean spray sizzling away, as it makes contact with oily dehydrating skin, while my family chases a sneaky seagull who has stolen our bag of Doritos and chewing gum (for after the Doritos), and I watch him float above every towel, paving the way from the dry sand, all the way to the curling edge of the foam where my cister stands, oblivious, waiting for the right wave to wash her off the rocks she's been teetering on her entire life, but she is never out of my reach. This is part of my summer memory.

The ocean spray sizzling away, as it makes contact with oily dehydrating skin, while my family chases a sneaky seagull who has stolen our bag of Doritos and chewing gum (for after the Doritos), and I watch him float above every towel, paving the way from the dry sand, all the way to the curling edge of the foam where my cister stands, oblivious, waiting for the right wave to wash her off the rocks she's been teetering on her entire life, but she is never out of my reach. This is part of my summer memory.

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