I needed to wash the city off my skin. I wanted to be immersed in my beloved Atlantic, to let the cold water erase the invisible grime of the streets. I needed deep breaths of clear air in my lungs, exhaling the traffic on congested roads, I craved a slower pace, unhurried, no rushing. I wanted to look out to the horizon across the ocean, dip under t…
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