In my mind, sometimes, I'm already there. My house sits atop a hill, looking out over the sea. Below, waves lap at the beach. The air is heavy and sticky. As the sun sets, it becomes a giant red ball, bathing everything in a ruddy glow. Some times of the year, the region is beset by torrential downpours that drench everything, and thunder that rolls across the sky.

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