There was no need for me to ask Yasmine any questions as I snapped this shot--I knew precisely what she was doing, as I know I would have done the same had it been me sitting prettily there on the sand, the waves licking her toes . . . she was trying to grasp onto one of those foamy wisps of the sea as they persisted in stubbornly slipped out of her hands.
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