The Frisbee, a white blur, whirs across the sky, quivers in mid-air for a second and then descends. They run towards it—unmindful of the hot sand that coats their bare feet, the late morning sun that burns their skin and the warm breeze that drifts from the sea, flavouring their lips with brine.
One young woman is faster than the rest. She leaps and tries to grab the disc but misses by an inch, alas. A split second later, another girl moves in, capturing the disc on its downward spiral, crash-landing (frisbee in hand) on the sandy beach.

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