20.1.04
oneword.: burn: "We sat under the umbrella and the laughter of the children and roar of the water sounded soft and remote in the morning breeze. we read the words in our books and talked about the perfection of the day and our reluctance to leave this moment behind. Now as I move gently to avoid the pain from the sunburn where the sunscreen missed, now I wish we had left earlier. "
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