Violet Seasons ( A fiction story)

This is only a rough draft
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It was the last time, I would ever lay eyes on the ocean. The rolling waves of blue and the golden sand. But, I did not know that. For some reason I did not have the power to look into the future that night, and take in the scenery one last time, nor would I ever have that power. It was one I always wished I could have, a wish many people can say they share with me. I did not take the advantage to breathe in the salt air one last time, nor did Icapture an imagine of the seagulls for mine to keep. After a long day of sun bathing, whoots and hollers, and dipping my toes into the surf, I threw my sun beaten teal bag into the trunk of my 1974 volkswagen, slipped on my sunglasses and drove off into the sunset. I pulled a all nighter that night to be able to reach a descent hotel in Tennesse. There I sunk into bed at 4 o'clock in the afternoon and didn't dare to wake before 12 the next day. My destination: Missouri. My territory. My home.