My Dream of Par Beach

My Dream of Par Beach

I get off the train at Par station or maybe I’ve slept there overnight in an Airbnb or something. I get on the bus or more likely I walk. As I dance more and more and as the barriers to being able to walk around outside freely dissolve so I can do the walk. I walk down to the beach. 

It is absolutely empty. There is nobody there. Maybe it’s dawn or maybe the tourists haven’t found it yet
But for some reason I am on my own
Absolute peace
Absolute silence 

And I can just be 

A cottage by the hills
Not in Cornwall but in the Lake District 
I doubt I’ll make it to Par this year. It’s calling me but how could I go? It would cost a lot of money, I tried to save for it but life is just too expensive these days

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