I'll fly far, far away...

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Beaches have always been your paradise, your first love. I hated them, beaches. Sandy, sticky and salty, I’ve always hated them. But you always brought me to this seaside and you would tell me how we will have a big house in this particular area you always point at - your eyes would dance in excitement as you do. We will have a swing set in the garden, a big veranda and a rooftop where we could sunbathe all day. I’ve always frowned upon those ideas but you’d take my hand and hold me closer “You’ll like it, city girl, trust me”, you always say. And when I look at you, smiling and so sure of everything, somehow, I believed you. Somehow, I think I’d like it.

Beaches have always been your paradise, your first love. I hated them, beaches. Sandy, sticky and salty, I’ve always hated them. But you always brought me to this seaside and you would tell me how we will have a big house in this particular area you always point at - your eyes would dance in excitement as you do. We will have a swing set in the garden, a big veranda and a rooftop where we could sunbathe all day. I’ve always frowned upon those ideas but you’d take my hand and hold me closer “You’ll like it, city girl, trust me”, you always say. And when I look at you, smiling and so sure of everything, somehow, I believed you. Somehow, I think I’d like it.