The air tasted like salt water.

This afternoon Sandra and I went, as normal, for a Sunday afternoon stroll. Except this time Sandra was walking with a piece of card with notes written on it. When we started walking up a steep hill; she paused, turned towards me and said…

“On friday the sky was filled with see-through clouds and the air tasted like salt water.”

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