the place had filled him with a sense of wisdom hovering just out of reach, of unspeakable grace prepared and waiting just around the corner, but he'd walked himself weak down its endless blue streets and those who knew how to live had kept their tantalising secret to themselves.
it finally feels like summer.
there is sand in my hair and i smell like the ocean and the sky is everywhere and so too are the sounds of the waves.
i think i am ready now. i think i am ready to be met.
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