Those years in a west coast town where I
stared across the bay at a fairytale castle, dreamed of coffee shops with wooden tables, walked on quiet back streets, lit too many candles and drank a little too much wine,
worked in hotels, shops, offices, at my own kitchen table and on a balcony with sea view,
listened to birdsong and studied life from a distance,
listened to five hundred songs by a dark sea, with a candle at my elbow and a Dell in my lap,
partied with the girls and talked seriously to the boys,
looked for God and learned to love the loved ones,
craved unconditional love, unlimited freedom and a boho coat,
found a new gear, worried too much and treasured life,
lost a father and started a business.
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