I don't go to the beach like I used to,
in the days of sun and tans and margaritas.
It seems a lifetime ago, yet today,
as I sit and watch the ocean and hear the waves, it all comes back to me:
the smell of coppetone,
the cry of gulls,
hibachi coals,
salt breezes, sand.
How time changes things, and yet keeps it the same.
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