When I travel, I go back to those beaches I shared with them when I was little. To relive the moments, to hear their voices, laughter and touch again. To taste the food we brought with us. To marvel again at their stories. I stop and look back. The surf has already erased my footprints.
September 18, 2026 at 12:03 AM
When I travel, I go back to those beaches I shared with them when I was little. To relive the moments, to hear their voices, laughter and touch again. To taste the food we brought with us. To marvel again at their stories. I stop and look back. The surf has already erased my footprints.