Had to be there.

At the end of last month, I had to be somewhere. That somewhere held me fast in an embrace of saltwater, rose petal fumes and hard granite.

I went to that somewhere, to be where I had to be. That somewhere turned into here and now it is, sigh, there, again.

I guess you had to be there, but your somewhere that you had to be was probably somewhere else.

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