Sometimes it really is good therapy to go to the beach...so I did. Accompanied by my personal Little Mermaid and the best virtual urban planner I know, it really was a grand occassion. In fact, I think another trip is due. It's such a beautiful thing to bask in the sun, embrace water and simply forget. Forget about the busy bodies of the city, the assumptions made, the mornings after, work, the future, radical notions of beauty.... and the fact that Michael really won't be coming back.
It's these moments of realization that awaken this deep sense of appreciation for all those who came before. Michael taught me what the beat looks like. It's only one thing to hear it. He taught me that we are not alone & that white socks and black slacks only work if you're the king of pop.
Thanks for sharing that beat of love (all night)
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