Off the coast of Carlsbad lives a man who I met some time ago, and that memory is a moment in time that continues to enchant my paper heart. I revisit that night now. He struck me like lightning, and we were caught dancing in the sand on an island in the South Pacific. The drum beats sounded off, and I led him down the path towards a beach of darkness. We sat there for a long while, and then there in the clear beneath white stars and inky sky, I let the aftermath of Fijian Gold consume us. For all the pain and chaos that long consumed my innermost thoughts, I learned to let go.

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