There, a girl,
thin, in a light black sweater,
green suit bottoms,
legs bare.
She forms
an “O” with her body.
Her arms twisted comfortably,
her head tilted
in
to
her subject.
A shutter clicking
soft
against the backdrop of
waves, and
she
moves into another contortion,
into another
frame of
photographic art.
We, in southern California,
are artists
covered in sand.
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