Beautiful, beautiful Spanish Banks.
It was just so calming to sit there and listen to the waves crashing into the shore. Breakers. It's hard to believe that something so beautiful can, at the same time, be so destructive. It just makes me think of how there are two sides to every story. Maybe the line between good and evil isn't so clear either. Who are we to judge, right?
I had the best talk with two of my friends. We just let it all out: everything we felt, the good, the bad, the unknown. Everything.
Best line today:
"Where are they? There are none...maybe we should just get a dog."
"Guys, this conversation is depressing."
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