A misnomer at best. The water was murky and held the visibility of a Georgia rainstorm but the sky was as clear as a two-year old's gaze at a candy store display. Still we found a sandbar there 50 yards out, where we danced horizontally across aqua curls, as the sea goddess combed us out of her emerald crowning glory, with her many massive head waves. From surf to turf, in a joyous frolic of flesh and board, till at long last we basked, in the emanating heat along the skirts of her undulating body of water spent.
Cocoa brown sand marshmallow soft is endlessly blending into a broiling surf. Many palms bend gently around the curved edges of this vast heated drink. pastel umbrellas top this foamy concoction, as dark chocolate and vanilla specks stir vigorously along its swirling rim.
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