She sells sea shells, I bought a smile.
Auckland-Orewa

The Orewa Beach was suited for two things mainly: chasing down seagulls and birds with orange beaks that weren't pukekos and falling deeper into a state of love. It's usually the small things that make life enjoyable but I suppose the same applies to love. Writing into the sand with a wooden stick, walking hand in hand with a gentle tide washing your steps away, sea shells. I don't know how many times a person can fall in love but I do know that I'm out of fingers to count already.
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