morning

Last night I closed my eyes and dreamt of quiet morning coffee out on the open patio, with the soft crashing of waves faintly audible over the caws of gulls and static rumblings of rubber tires on Pacific Coast Highway somewhere nearby. Golden skin, sleepy smiles, there we sat idling the morning by, weaving carefree laughs into the gentle ocean breeze.

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