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Her long brown hair is tinted with red, and waves in the gentle breeze. She is tanned, and laying on the sand on a old quilt. Music is playing from the AM radio from her car. Ah, the car. She loves that car so much! It is a bright orange, VW Bug convertable. She has had many good times and wild adventures with that car. She adjusts her bathing suit, as she contemplates getting into the ocean water. Birds fly overhead. She decides to take a walk instead. Sand Dollars! She loves Sand Dollars! She spends a good hour on the beach looking for the perfect one. Yes! A whole one. Not broken at all!! She laughs out loud. A smile comes across her face. She needed this. Her work week was hectic, but the weekend is hers. All hers. Hers, to relax and enjoy the beach with. As the sun sets, she packs up the bug. Music blaring, she sings along. She throws on some shorts and jumps in. Another great, peaceful day! Before she drives off, she adjusts her bathing suit again. Poor suit! It is two years old, faded, and say,"California Avocados" all over it. Next year, she thinks, I will get another one. She puts her bare foot down on the clutch and shifts into gear. The music still blaring, she drives down the road, her hair blowing wildly. Freedom!! Ah, what a feeling!! (c) Jules ~ 2003 |
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