I'm going to the beach. Not just any beach, but one you have to look hard to find, on the borders of Salwa, down an alley and behind a Mosque.
While at this beach, I will listen to the waves for a good long time.
Then I will dig a hole, and in that hole will go: students who lick things; people born without the self analysis gene; the people you have to explain your sarcasm to; that Class Picture now hanging in the front office; the creepy fact that I'm turning into my sister; the fact that no one manages to walk off the map when you ask them to- they think it's a sort of challenge.
And I'll fill in the hole, despite all the little squeaks, and dance on it.
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