She laughs again as she adjusts, feeling the way the sand is forcing her to stabilize with each step. "I bet it's tiring," she agrees. "And it's so warm."
Ahead of them, the sand stretches for maybe another fifty yards before it meets the water. The darker, wetter sand is easier to walk on, and she watches with fascination as water slowly seeps up through their footsteps.
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Date: 2023-02-05 11:59 pm (UTC)Ahead of them, the sand stretches for maybe another fifty yards before it meets the water. The darker, wetter sand is easier to walk on, and she watches with fascination as water slowly seeps up through their footsteps.