I was standing on the empty beach, just me, the seagulls and the soul-lulling rhythmic crashing of the waves. The sun was just starting to peek above the rooftops, sending gorgeous sparkling reflections over the still-wet sand.
I inhaled deeply: this was living. This was feeling alive. This was – me, itching to get back home so I could photograph my latest layout and start all the likes coming in.
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