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Sep. 11th, 2009 02:11 pmI smell like the sea. I got my hands all dirty and I stood in the cold water until it and the sand squelched up between my toes. A boat came in and I nearly choked on the stench of fish.
It was the most refreshing experience and I am glad to be home. I am glad to live in this decaying little town, because I can walk past all the boarded up shop fronts, I can stand right on the edge of England and I can look at the sea and then I remember that all that's between me and the rest of the world is that water and whatever secrets it holds.
The town might be rotting away and the beach may be dirty, but the north sea was blue today and I am ever the optimist. It really is a beautiful world.
When I breathe in, I can still smell the sea air and I feel rejuvenated.
It was the most refreshing experience and I am glad to be home. I am glad to live in this decaying little town, because I can walk past all the boarded up shop fronts, I can stand right on the edge of England and I can look at the sea and then I remember that all that's between me and the rest of the world is that water and whatever secrets it holds.
The town might be rotting away and the beach may be dirty, but the north sea was blue today and I am ever the optimist. It really is a beautiful world.
When I breathe in, I can still smell the sea air and I feel rejuvenated.
