She persistently articulated to herself that the fever she had would go away with the help of time. She reached into her memory only to find that even at a young age she had the urge to become coastal. Now at almost twenty years of age she still held the burning desire to just up and run. Nothing was here to appease her raw talent. The thought of the waves crashing along the shore always seemed to creep their way up into her thoughts. Sun and sand decided to haunt her daydreams while the salty air always seemed to find its way to tickle her nostrils. These beautifully created daydreams always seemed to call to her when she was in her most vulnerable state. Her free spirit was something that was hard for her to keep quiet, more so when the stresses of everyday life seemed to sink their claws in. Stress and worry would come at her from all directions, only letting her take one step up and then knocking her back eight. Some excruciatingly painful days would cause her heart to break and crack only to be bandaged with smooth swallows of coconut spiced rum. Along with the help of the island accented music of Kenny Chesney, she was able to keep her desire at bay. Although there certainly were times when she felt the salt water course through her veins giving her the restless urgency to just run to the salty Atlantic shore that beckoned to her. She knew she would run to the white sand, but only when she knew she would have enough funds to enjoy it most. She constantly gazed in the mirror reassuring herself that she will get to her oasis sooner than later. She would let a single tear pour over the rim of her reddened eyelids and in an inaudible shaky voice she cracked, "Just wait."
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