Spain -Western coast-

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caressing ocean licking your ankles. atlantic winds blowing straight into suntanned face. And you swim, swim further, diving into the salt cooling water. The waves are these of proper kiting size. Imagining Robby Nash jumping here with you. The exit from harbor is closer with every stroke. Exit to the enermous water space sparkling under the bright sunlight. It's about a mile now. Muscles are strained, body as an arrow. Your goal is close. A raft. You reach it enfin. Stretching tired body under the tender sun.

Splash. And another tired tanned strong flops down. Pretty spanish lips whispers: Me Perdonen, Seniorita...