I dig my toes into the sand; the ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless. And in this moment I am happy. I wish you were here. I lay my head onto the sand. The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it. I'm counting UFOs; I signal them with my lighter. And in this moment I am happy. I wish you were here. The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in. Maybe I should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air saying, "I wish you were here."
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