Long may the novel continue. I know how you feel about getting back to reality and thinking back to 24 hours previous.
I remember coming home from Cuba in January a few year back. My last night, a mate and I went skinny dipping with 2 Swedish girls under the influence. Felt like a summers evening. Less than 24 hours later, I am sitting on the all too familiar train on the way to my home town, freezing. I look down at my shoes and see a rim of sand on them from the beach the night before. The only reminder that it had all really happened. Magic.
I remember coming home from Cuba in January a few year back. My last night, a mate and I went skinny dipping with 2 Swedish girls under the influence. Felt like a summers evening. Less than 24 hours later, I am sitting on the all too familiar train on the way to my home town, freezing. I look down at my shoes and see a rim of sand on them from the beach the night before. The only reminder that it had all really happened. Magic.
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