They Thought My Beach House Was Foreclosed—I Let Them Believe It

light spills over the water, painting the horizon in shades of gold and pink and soft lavender. Below, waves fold and unfold against ancient rocks in their endless, patient, relentless work of reshaping the world one small change at a time.

I take a sip, inhale the salt-laden morning air, and open my laptop with renewed purpose and determination.

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