I'll call this moment "the writing session"
Me.
Standing at the edge of the beach. It's pitch black and beautiful. We'd been sitting out there for about an hour before deciding to walk to water. Lighting is flashing way out over the ocean. Every time it does all you see is just the very edges and outlines of the clouds. But it's warm and breezy where I'm standing. The water just keeps running over my bare feet.
I've got my notebook in one hand.
and I wished I had a certain person's hand in the other.
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