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Sometimes we just gotta get away.

Anywhere it’s summer.

To the south . . . maybe.

To the sea . . . maybe.

Off we go and it smells like sun and wind.

Off we go and it smells like fish and tar and brine.

Off we go and the swallows are seagulls.

We turn the corner.

There’s the station.

And beyond the station,

We know for sure,

Beyond the station lies the sea.