While the first day of “serious” vacation does not arrive we spent the late afternoons at the beach.

We take only the essential, we leave behind everything that weighs us down.

Sitting on the sand I see them running after the others in the sand,

almost moved by the laughter and the complicity of the games.

We return home in high spirits, with only salt glued to the body.

A game of hand badminton, homemade.


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