Blue makes me think of the sea. Standing on the beach, watching the waves roll on to the golden shore, accompanied by that gentle rumbling sound as they return to the sea. The feel of the warm sand under foot, as I gently work my toes deeper in to the beach for no apparent reason. This is the place I come to when reality is becoming too real, and I find myself seeking solitude to gather my thoughts. Strangely this place is nowhere in particular, rather a mixture of places I’ve been, islands I’ve seen or read about. Or perhaps it’s my psyche’s idea of paradise - no ringing phones, demanding customers, or news reporters telling me about the latest moral panic. And as I stand here, I decide that this is indeed paradise, as I spy my beautiful wife, making her way through the shallow waters, smiling, and walking towards me.
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