Once upon a few days ago, a girl found herself before a black and blue ocean in a romantic spec of a romantic land mighty for its green-clad Lady and car exhaust. She regarded the waves and the sand they rolled, back and forth, back and forth. No foam or seaweed but there was a dock and by that, a boat for four yet only two would sail. She drifted into ocean for the first time in her life and thought of the people she loved. Being at this stretched distance from them all brought meaning. There was no reconciliation, only acceptance.
Yet another love affair she had had with life.
She turned to her grandfather then and spoke in broken Spanish, attempting to express what she felt at that very moment. Fue imposible.
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