I miss the waves along the coast, the wind and spray in my face.
My ceiling which is the rush of clouds and the canopy of stars... And my floor, the soft tingling feeling of the sand beneath my feet...
And beyond that, the azure blanket... Flat and still, heaving and rolling, hissing in the rain and exploding under my fall...
I miss it all...
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