the ocean and clean air infused with salt wipes away all of the things you thought you didn't care enough about to stay
imagine if? sailing and sunkissed skin and scenes from mushaboom and a beach wedding and animals and quiet....
then you walk into the gas station for gum and three backwoods dudes stop talking. stare. one loudly proclaims "the hot ones all come out of the woodwork at christmas"
you hear. they know you hear. one grins. no front teeth.
surely I do not deserve the title but I close my eyes and all I can think is why I know what they say is true.
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