Below lies the description of my imaginary writing spot. Where I go in order to write within my head.
It is by the ocean. Wind blowing, salt in the air. Sun shinning, sitting on a patio, staring out towards the horizon. Under an umbrella, sand being blown onto me, exfoliating my skin. Smell of someone barbequing. Sounds of seagulls and children laughing. Hearing the waves crash into the beach. Water by my side. Wearing shorts, T-shirt and flip-flops. Laying on a beach chair with a towel underneath me. Smelling bug spray and sunblock on me.
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