Someday we’ll take off, leaving our packed bags behind, and we won’t tell a soul where we’re going because maybe we won’t know either, but we’ll drive and drive, perhaps until we reach the ocean, and we’ll walk out in the sand holding hands, and no one will be there to witness us stripping off our clothes, our skin warm in the sunlight, cool water rushing over our toes, beckoning us to come closer, and I’ll look up to see the smile on your face before we disappear into the blue.
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