Loben will ich jene Wonnen, die im Bade,
jenem Ort der nassen Freude, existieren.

Dear John,
do you remember the marbled sand, two kinds of sand with different color, and how the wind eroded the surface? How the wind was blowing sand like some kind of mist over the beach, knee-deep? The foam on the waves (a product of the over-fertilization)? How we ate and ate and ate?

Yours,
Sofia