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Another day spent on the beach with cold coffee,backgammon,two people I love unconditionally and lots of fun.

I am saving these good times deep in my mind.

God I miss spending my vacation on an island far away from home.

I could use the time off on the beach with no worries apart from ‘what am I going to drink tonight?’ or whether I would sleep in the tent or under the night sky.

I need a holiday!

A bit white, a bit red and a bit tanned.

One more day at the beach is finally at its end. Glorious day it was.

Don’t you miss the spooky and horror tales that we used to say on a beach, under sky full of stars?

I do and that’s why I bought ‘The Virgin Of The Seven Daggers’ by Vernon Lee. First 20 and something pages, and the goosebumps have started.

I’m not a big fan of summer.

The heat won’t let you walk outside and the blinding sun colours every surface with its majestic yellow making all other colours faint.

The day grows longer and longer making time pass slower and slower. It makes me wonder when will be night at last to sit down and relax.

And though the beach seems to me like the only grace that this season has, others share that notion too and the beach gets so crowded that you are not able to enjoy it.

If it wasn’t for an isolated beach, terraces and cocktails I would skip summer.

On the Beach at Fontana by James Joyce

Wind whines and whines the shingle,

The crazy pierstakes groan;

A senile sea numberseach single

Slimesilvered stone.

From whining wind and colder

Grey sea I wrap him warm

And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder

And boyish arm.

Around us fear, descending

Darkness of fear above

And in my heart how deep unending

Ache of love!