Hot sand scorches the feet. Surf mist flutters at the eyelashes. The faint sounds of tremolo guitars blanket the heavens. To the left, a motel pool. To the right, a pile…
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Hot sand scorches the feet. Surf mist flutters at the eyelashes. The faint sounds of tremolo guitars blanket the heavens. To the left, a motel pool. To the right, a pile…