Home 20 (A 2020 Short Story)

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I've always been conflicted over holidays. They provide a lovely period of relaxation but at the expense of the stress. The beaches that flow down the steps on the coast have become a place in my head I trust would give me a taste of 'home'. The golden sands that slip through your toes as you skip, enveloped in complete tranquility to the edge of the sea, the edge of the adventure of life. This location serves as a grave of a recent memory struck down, meaning it no longer has the power it used to. The person who led me to the seafront is no longer there to hold my hand as I now must bear it alone. I may return there in the future as I feel it is the only place I can contact my inner soul. This is a home of my peace, meditation, and inner spirit.