Cabourg, France.
September 2022
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Agh, the sticky sand is stuck on my shoe again. I should have worn flip flops and left it at the entrance of the beach. Reconnect with nature, ya know? The beach I grew up on. I’m just lazy and don’t want to have to wipe the sand off of my feet afterwards, but I guess wearing sneakers also isn’t the solution. Shells. Beach knifes. Ow! I cut myself. This is why I don’t go barefoot. Oh but be a kid again. Don’t worry about the blood that’ll dry up soon enough. It will leave you a scar. But do you mind the scars you bare today?