Today, I’m transported to a secluded beach, on a
tiny island just off the coast of St. Barts. My toes are submerged deep into the warm safety
of the ivory sand while my fanciful thoughts soar wildly into the summer wind. With
the lingering sound of a conch trumpet gliding through the night’s air, I sink
deeper into my cushioned lounge chair, landing ever so softly into a serene slumber.
tiny island just off the coast of St. Barts. My toes are submerged deep into the warm safety
of the ivory sand while my fanciful thoughts soar wildly into the summer wind. With
the lingering sound of a conch trumpet gliding through the night’s air, I sink
deeper into my cushioned lounge chair, landing ever so softly into a serene slumber.
What’s
your escape?
your escape?
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