The World She Longs For
It’s early Sunday afternoon. We have just had such a tranquil walk on the beach, with the dogs.
We arrive home. I unlock the door while he closes the gate, so the dogs can’t get out. As I unlock the door, I still hear the waves crashing. Home is just a stones throw away from the beach.
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