California, here we come

Bright sunsets over the ocean. Hard waves crashing repeatedly against the shore. Thick, sticky sand on the bottom of your feet. The smell of salt and ocean in the air, stroking your nose ever so gently. The sound of laughter in the endless night, ocean-side, illuminating the dark cold waters. Cold drinks in the cold wind. Warm sunshine coloring skin gold. Sweat on the body and the margarita glass. The feeling of living forever. Long windy roads into the desert, backs turned towards the irreducible cliffs. Loud songs on the radio and the highway lights. The view of the ocean from the very top of the hills, and the breathtaking beauty in every corner. Speed and recklessness and joy. Hazy memories in foggy mornings, bare feet on the pavement. The feeling of sand everywhere. Cold grass and the palm trees, striking against the piercing blue skies. Unexpected, irreplaceable, unreal. 

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