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"Sittin' on the dock of the bay"
Sitting on a quay wall, a small fishing village, the Atlantic coast of France.
The sun is shining, the wind is blowing gently, the sea is crashing in gently bobbing waves against the stone wall below my dangling bare feet. Am a child again.
Sea breeze, salty aerosols wet my skin.
It smells of the sea, of shells, rock and seaweed.
I take a deep breath, stretch my face into the sun, take a walk.
Forget time, no burden, no confinement. Life is beautiful, freedom free.
"Sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time" (Otis Redding)
The sun is shining, the wind is blowing gently, the sea is crashing in gently bobbing waves against the stone wall below my dangling bare feet. Am a child again.
Sea breeze, salty aerosols wet my skin.
It smells of the sea, of shells, rock and seaweed.
I take a deep breath, stretch my face into the sun, take a walk.
Forget time, no burden, no confinement. Life is beautiful, freedom free.
"Sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time" (Otis Redding)
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