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Small waves lapped the shore. I lay on my belly across some damp moss, watching the waves rush up the sand to my nose.
And then, WHAMO! At least that's the best onomatopoeic equivalent to what ran through my brain when a wave of unexpected size nearly doused my camera lens. Thankfully, it didn't.
Also, when you lie down on moss between tall grass and a lake, you will find beetles and other critters for hours afterwards crawling in your hair, out of your pockets, and stuck to your nipple underneath your bra.
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