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in the daytime we painted pottery and played scrabble or egyptian ratscrew. we walked through the little dusty beach town and ate ice cream every day. we avoided my parents and brothers and looked for dolphins in the bay.

at night, we walked on the beach, your jeans getting wet, me losing my sandles and chasing them into the ocean, stealing them back. we waded through the light and chaos of the boardwalks. we held eachother, damp with sweat and humidity, and kissed, our lips salty with sea air. we made love on a dune at night, bitten by horseflies and scratched by beachgrass, but enjoying it anyway. we kayaked through the marsh on our last day, picking up giant prehistoric crabs and bumping our boats into eachother.

it was the best vacation i ever had.