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Leisurely sat on a busy beach
A hive of noise and activity
A collage of shifting 
Shape and colour form
Just casually surveying the view

I felt the hot intense expanding rays Of the sun
Scorch and burn my sensitive skin
As I watched the wrinkled sea of blue
Lap and fold

My hair was tussled and strewn
Somewhere in the near distance
The pulsating syncopated beat
Emitting, from a radio
Wafted through the air
Making my foot tap
And makes me feel so good

Heads bobbed up and down
Of wadding bathers
Children were, playing
Building sand castles
The smell of the salty air
And hotdogs
Melting, ice cream
And sunscreen

The rushing galloping hush sound of Cascading waves
Kites dancing high
From a taught string
At the mercy of the wind

Dogs Playing fetch
All of this makes me sigh 
And smile
From within

Big thin tall and small 
A mingled single couples families and friends
Glossy bare flesh ripening  on display
Polyester cotton textiles
Hide fleshy parts unseen

Suddenly and unexpectedly
My attention was captured
By an unfolding spectacle before me

To some, it may not seem much
But to me 
It was a treasured memory
That made me happy to see
As two rotundly Ladies
In tight bulging bathing costumes
Stood together 
Facing each other
Like a mirrored reflected
Duplication
Both suddenly smiled
At the same time
Without a word uttered
Their cheeky smiling eyes spoke
Silently what was on their mind
In an instant
The two Middle-aged Ladies
Suddenly transformed
Back in time
To when they were both kids
Of eight or nine

They turned toward the sea
And raced each other
Giggling all the way
Made me smile
One private captured moment
But to myself wasn't just a moment
But for me a treasured memory
Rasing so many unanswered questions

Who were they?
Where they sisters?
Or just friends?
Where did they come from?
How did they meet?
And why?

I never found out

But I was inspired
It fired my imagination
And thought, there's a story here to be written
I kept on the shelf.

The reason why this little seemingly, none important
Moment stuck, was because it taught me something
I didn't expect 

That life can be too serious and complicated
We forget to smile play and have fun
We all have an inner child inside us
It's good to let the child out 
Sometimes
Or we can go out of our minds.
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