
Hay, I want to go to the beach. Feel the sand, the sun, the breeze, the salty smell of it, the tingly and bittersweet feeling I get when I look upon the sunset, create a bonfire, and whatever it is people do once freedom from the city is achieved. Small things like that. It might take a while before I can have a trip to the beach (May 6, perhaps? *wink*), but as we all know, waiting is a part of life. It's what makes the experience beautiful, I realized.
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