ready to go into the water again.
six months is a long enough time to heal.
i miss the fish,
the salt,
the wind,
and the feeling of time stopping.
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i live in a world of blue skies, pink clouds, orange seas and good music, where people topple over because of the sheer weight of their extremely large heads.
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