Sand’s blown over the road
Though the wind is calm
And the big lake sparkles
In that diamond-covered dress kind of way
Ending in little white caps
Just as it meets the sand
And the broad beach is devoid of people
Though there are cars here in the lot.
A father with an Australian accent
Calls to his children to get back in the car
On the promise that they’ll spend a longer time
Tomorrow.
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