Next summer at this time Liza...on the beach

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with a cold drink in hand, soaking up the sun and listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. The salty sea breeze gently rustles my hair as I relax in a beach chair, feeling the warm sand between my toes. I watch as seagulls soar overhead and children play in the surf, their laughter filling the air. I close my eyes and let the stress of everyday life melt away, grateful for this moment of peace and serenity. This is where I belong, where I feel most at home, where I am truly happy. This is my happy place, and I never want to leave.