finally you drive your car
to the place that you have not been too
it is grassy out there
and the hills are rolling
and the skies spread
all the blue
below it is the sea
and the white coast
with sea gulls
and coconut trees
and clouds drifting with
the wind
you step out from your car
and take the deepest breath
in your life
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