I miss the island life. But then again, I only know it for two weeks per year. Islanders call it island crazy. It's why they go to live in Las Vegas, in the middle of a vast desert, or Salt Lake. Somewhere where the ocean is far away. Where you don't drive in circles. Where the waves are a fond memory. To make that kind of change, from land-bound to ocean dweller, is the voyage I hope to take.
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