epitome of bliss

The plane landed at 5:45 am, exactly as expected. Despite years of disappearance, my anticipation to witness the welcoming waves of that eastern seabed has never faded. In fact, I so miss being touched by the hushing wind through the windows by the sea.

Home as I grew up to call it; the epitome of bliss no one can find else where.

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