Tears of loneliness brushed away by a stroke of serendipity, a late night of perfect chance.
Hours of good conversation over entirely too much coffee.
Burying the world between the pages of writing and art and everything else.
Soul searching and discovering ways not to disappear.
Clothes that still smell of coffee and the sea after a moment when time no longer mattered.
Being somewhere that is home, and knowing that home in a soul is the best home there is.
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