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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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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