Eraser

I left my neighborhood yesterday on a sunny, warm morning, every fiber of me calling beach! and as we will soon be living inland, I had to listed and head for the ocean. 10 minutes later, I arrived in another world, an ethereal fog. The ocean there but not there, surrounded by mist and the smell of salt. A magic eraser.

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