Tregirls
Walking on Tregirls at the end of summer.
Bright, blue, warm.
A breeze whips up the sand and catches my hair.
the sound of gulls and a soft splash and spray of waves.
I breathe deeply and taste salt air.
Walking on Tregirls at the end of summer.
Bright, blue, warm.
A breeze whips up the sand and catches my hair.
the sound of gulls and a soft splash and spray of waves.
I breathe deeply and taste salt air.
