So tell me, mountains or beach? For me, it’s beach baby beach. All the way. Not any ‘ole beach. Deserted. A gull or two. Late afternoon, twilight. Jagged, rocky coastline. Salty breeze. Abandoned life guard chair. Lighthouse. Yeah that’s my kind of beach. I got a lotta lists going in my journal. (You too?) Disorganized, scrawled….

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