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A carpet of sand melts into a sea of blue whipped cream
I inhale the golden scent of joy
Like syrup on my tongue
The seagulls’ voices are wind chimes in the warm
summer air
They call to the sea and the sky
I reach out my fingers to touch the sunset
And wrap it around my shoulders like a coat

My Coat of Many Colors Matthew Brailsford
Matthew Brailsford, 11
Corona del Mar, California