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04.10.2021

a special place, a precious trip, a sacred memory

By Feyre St. ClairPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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there is this beach in portugal,

a small fishing village,

where the main street fills on sunday night with locals,

and tourists

and musicians on a stage.

where the sun sets like it does on the prairie

for hours,

eons,

and it's like nowhere you've ever been before.

you imagine yourself living there.

get a sunburn on the beach.

drink all the wine,

and listen to dozens of conversations happening around you.

you will come back here a thousand times.

it will become your refuge.

you decide at sunset drinking super bock in the waves

to get a tattoo on your thumb.

in the morning you'll be gone.

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About the Creator

Feyre St. Clair

I think words are magic but I don't know how to use them. full of imposter syndrome.

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