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Tag: trips
magic
Magic is when all the sea that you could possibly traverse with those short little arms and legs suddenly transforms into a crystal clear wave pool no deeper than your elbows with a sandy base as soft as velvet. Hermit crabs that scurry from your touch are just bonus.
my favorite time at my favorite place
Low tide. The baby’s posture tells it all. Pure rapture, pure heaven.