This.

Today.
The ocean in a blustery wind, so alive and electric I wanted to sing and ride the wind like the birds did. I couldn’t stop marvelling, hairblown and turning, clouds shifting colours and the sea a tumbling roar.
This, I thought. THIS.
This is what it means to live.


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