They were oblivious to the world around them.
Together, as if by unspoken agreement, they sat down in the shallow waters. The tide was starting to turn, the waves were getting bigger; each ebb and flow of the water brought the sea closer to the shore inch by inch. Sunset was almost upon them, the rays of the sun getting longer as they coloured the sand golden.
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“Bye!” she called to her fifth floor neighbour with a bright smile as she stepped out of the elevator.
“Now, voyager, sail thou fort to seek and find.”
-Walt Whitman
He sat at the desk in the study, scrutinizing the instrument in his hands. As a child, he used to sneak in here to play with his father’s instruments when he was away. Of all the instruments, this weathered compass had always fascinated him the most.
If someone were to look at my life through a window, I wonder what they would see. If they’ve been following me on Instagram, they’d probably see a surfer chick, a big smile on her tanned face, eyes twinkling, holding a surfboard taller than her. In the background, white sand and the playful blue sea of Costa da Caparica.
The clutter in my mind 