
I meet him at the beach one time and we swim in the sea. The water is bright blue but the waves are rough and the floor is concrete and painful. We are separated again as he is washed further down the shore.
I am staying at someone’s house and I can’t find the bathroom. What I thought was a bathroom turns out to be just an unattached shower and toilet in a garage. In this garage there are also kayaks and sheets of tarpaulin.
I eventually find the real bathroom.
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