A life we're enveloped in. A life we've lived.
Tumultuous, invigorating, beautiful and angry. Like the waves in the tide, rolling behind us. Chasing and eager to devour us alive in the fury, the flurry of memories.
Roaring, infused with the power of life. Beautiful, dramatic. Sweeping us together into the promises of a life well traveled, a life well lived, a life blessed with living.
Let go.
We leaped over the railing long ago.
"These rolling hills remind me of what the countryside in Italy might look like," Palmer said.
"We'll find out," I said.
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