Yessssssssssssssssss...
well, doesn't really mean that much, anyway, right? Gods, I just keep picturing myself in the tropics, stuck there. How wonderful it would be, for most, just living each day in the sun and the sand, and making their lives there.
But I keep thinking, no. I can't. Not till I make that mark. That mark I've been scraping at for years now. That...
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