We usually walk deep in the shore - wherethe water has receded - and people are playing music - and lovers are out. At carter road. We find sea shells, you find tiny rocks and tiny puddles and you throw those tiny rocks in those puddles.
You gave your father a big rock and he threw it really far into the water and it created a big splash and you burst out laughing and looked at me.
And u see a boat far away and wonder at its colors and u see a small rock little away from it and call it an "island" and you call yourself moana - the protector of our tribe.
I love yoo baby.
P.S - Juno accidentally took the scenic route and found herself in the middle of water puddle and mummy had to pat her and she became happy again.
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