I always thought of myself as a house. That was always what I lived in. It didn’t need to be big. It didn’t need to be beautiful. It just needed to be mine. I became what I was meant to be. I built myself a life. I built myself a house.
With every crash of every wave, I hear something now. I never listened before. I’m on the edge of a cliff. Listening. Almost finished.
If you were a house, Sam, this is where you would want to be built. On a rock, facing the sea, listening. Listening.
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