My favourite place

I love to sit here. There is nowhere I’d rather be right now than perched on my favourite rock on a deserted beach with just my thoughts for company.
All I hear is the gentle whoosh of the sea as it washes up the shore, then the rattling of the shingle as the water retreats again only to rush back seconds later.
The summer moon sends a shaft of shimmering gold across the rolling waves toward a distant horizon. I look skyward into a black infinity speckled with a million glistening stars.
A cloudless night like this can set the spirit soaring. Tonight my thoughts know no bounds. My mind is free to fly at will. This is where I belong.

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