I had a dream last night that I just didn't want to wake up from. I was back in South Fla. I had just walked onto the beach. It was wonderful! I could actually feel the sand on my feet, and smell the ocean in the air. I looked up and saw the old water tower that had been painted aqua, and had the design of a beach ball on it. I then had to wake up. Oh I wanted to stay on the beach forever, it had been too long.
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