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The first time I saw the ocean, I was around 6-7 years old. Since then, I can feel it beckoning me to come back to it. May sound crazy to most but I think I must have lived very near the ocean in a past life and was very happy at that time. However, the oddest thing about that idea is that in this life time, I never even learned how to swim, too afraid to put my head under the water.
Meanwhile, in the South West: | While Londoners Complain About A Tube Strike, The South West Appears To Have Been Washed Away
“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.” ― Jack Kerouac,