The smell of the seashore after a quick rainstorm. That clean, fresh, new beginning, rainwashed scent mixed with salty air & fresh dune grasses, & a bit of sandy grit. All the while, the sound of relentless waves crashing permeates the air that's breathed. It's new beginnings, its washed away endings, its both solitude & feeling social all in one. Somewhere, far in the distance, the sounds of thunder can be heard. Like troubles passed & those yet to come but too far away to cause concern. Kinda makes you take a momentary life restock. Just sayin.
~ The Girl In The Little Black Dress
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