A blend of worlds is best at times, dreaming I was returning home along missed seaside.
It was a similar place with sweet sun-salt air, lightly misting low contour-peaked landmarks guarding lazy coves along a gently winding freeway.
I was so happy to be enacting our decision to return with newfound assurances that we would thrive because I could market myself well in a community-based vital economy, and there were great options for comfy housing.
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