Imagine the ocean calling to you. Siren's enchantments nestled deep in the glossy blue. A call so strong and so pure, you returned again and again.
Shipwreck Beach was just that. A masterpiece in the sea that changed with the sky. We returned as often as we could, yet that still wasn't enough.
Went with friends. We went alone. By boat, by car and Pegasus if we could.
And it still wasn't enough.
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| A boat full of friends "no stress!" |
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Here we felt like hormigas, crawling on this little piece of land. We plopped into the water off the boat (literally plopped) and etched our name in chalk on this rusted old boat from the 80s.
Etched temporally in chalk, yet carved into a place forever in our heart. |
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| A little bit of love locked away here. |
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| A sad reminder of those who came too close to its beauty. |
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| happy feet happy heart |
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