On a hot summer's day, I have brunch in the shade on the balcony, clad in buttercup yellow silk. Staring at the sea, talking to the neighbour's cat who is tight-rope walking between balconies.
I walk to the island of my dreams. Through fragrant woods full of birdsong, past beaches teeming with the playful and the sun-worshippers, along abandoned railroad tracks smelling of hot steel.
There was a lot of anger and bitterness in me. It melts away somewhere among all this.
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