There are places that we connect to in ways that are hard to explain. Something speaks to us. Deeply. We feel at home or most like ourselves when we’re there.
My place is the Cornish coast. I miss living by the sea and listening to the waves. Part of me misses who I was as I’d stand and hear the whispers of the swell and spray.
Where’s your place?
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