I miss the softer edges and roads that stretched only as far as the mountains beyond, a horizon that defies the straight line I know so well here. Swells to the west remind me of rolling velvet, hissing and spraying songs of happiness and hope, even as the sky darkens in expectation to the northeast. Shielding my eyes from the lowering sun expands my vision instead of cutting it in half, jagged and harsh. Everything in this unfamiliar world is cushioned in rose tones and the faint, intermingling smells of purity and salt water. The strong brininess from home only lingers in essence here, and the breeze it travels in on seems to dance across my skin, reminding me that this is not a dream afterall. I'm not sure how I can ever leave this place, knowing what I know, seeing what I have seen and feeling this way, with you by my side.
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