The beach there was unspoiled, untamed, brimming with wildlife. We’d park our cars and run into the black sea, diving and swirling under the moon, watching a silvery, sparkling ribbon of phosphorescence trail behind our limbs. The tiny little sea creatures that absorbed the light of the sun were stirred up by our thrashing; we were streaming sequin
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The sky is aglow with marmalade streaks and my eyes swim with unbidden tears that splinter the light into 1,000 kaleidoscopic colours.
