Water Is My Creative Fuel
I moved to the coast at 23. I’ll never leave.
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4 min readJun 17, 2019
Dancing fingers of morning sunshine slide beneath the blinds covering the east-facing window of our bedroom. Patterns of light and dark play across my closed eyelids, pricking at my consciousness. I roll to my side to block them, but it’s no use. I’m awake.
