I am an Okie transplanted from endless, rolling plains where snow is a novelty and some approximation of English is spoken, to Québec, where Winter and the month of July are the only two seasons, mountains and forests stop up the view in all directions, and French is the language.
No more beach time here until next year, but it's nice to think about it and anticipate the warm light, the sound of the sea, the sound of gulls arguing. Actually, I'm not near the sea, but I have an active imagination.
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I'm not near the sea either so I appreciate your imagination :)
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