A dog rambling up and down the high tide mark keeping a watchful eye on the beautiful Irish/Russian girl seated outside the beach side shack that is surrounded with a random assortment of sea bought trinkets carefully collected over the years. A plate of fresh baked scones on the stone at her feet and there you will find me. Seated beside. With a content half smile on my face, eyes half closed, half dozing, with half a scone in my mouth and half a beer propped up next to me. Recognisable by the hair that resembles seaweed washed ashore after a big storm, eyes the colour of the deepest, clearest oceans with a stars twinkle always present, a beard that birds could roost in and skin the colour and texture of driftwood after a lifetime wandering the oceans. This is my dream life.
To live by the beach
To have a dog
To have a long shaggy beard
To have long shaggy hair to match
To live a life free of stress
To live a life of sun
Here I am happy. Here Brighton brought me. Here I would stay... only it is way to friggin cold here in England! Nelson perhaps?
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