Velvet, white sand under foot;
fresh breezes blow across your favourite book
Turquoise waters lap at the shore;
and soon your footprints are no more
Wait a minute…what did I just step on. Argh! It’s a cigarette butt. PeeU! What’s that wafting through the air? It’s cigarette smoke.
As much as this space eschews the nanny state, it’s time for an exception folks. If the French can do it with their joie de vivre attitude, then us blander folk can do it, too. Contact your local lawmaker to ban smoking on beaches.
Enjoy your summer!
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