Salt Air

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Nov. 14

Dear Alex,

The ocean. Wow wow wow.

I am sitting on the hood of the car, writing this next to you.

"What's that?" you ask me.

"A love letter," I say.

"Can I read it?"

"Maybe."

I pull it closer to myself so you can't see. Not yet. Not now with the pebbles reaching the waves and the lighthouse not far off. Not now with the sun turning gold and glistening off the surface of the water. Not now while we're breathing salt water air.

Because for now, right now, we're perfect.

Love,

Carrie

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