This is all I want right now. A setting sun, the sand between my toes and the sounds of a quiet guitar melody accompanying the almost silent roll of crashing waves. Instead, I remain stuck in a stuffy, dull office room banging out form after form. They say the grass is always greener....but I think it's time to do something.
When the tide is right, waves of thought can turn into waves of action, and I intend on making my move.
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