Username: GatorGummy
Kia Name: Debt
What is this kiamaras dream vacation?
Vacations are seen as luxuries for Debt, something that few could ever afford to do. Poverty assured they would never experience such simple joys leaving only dreams to fill the void. Some wish to explore grand castles, sail the vast oceans, or taste the cuisine of a specific place. For Debt, the answer came as simple as breathing.
The sweet scent of poinsettias wafting through a hot summer's day. Gentle whispers of wind brushing against their hair. Creeks bubbling to life with fish and frogs who croak long onto the night. Oh how they miss it. There isn't a day that passes them by where the thoughts of their dream doesn't taunt them at night. They miss the warm embrace of the sun on their face. How its warmth made them feel welcomed, like they belonged. Fishing lines springing to life with sturdy hands to tame them, exposing the living treasures under the rushing creek. Simple dishes with varying spices tantalized their taste buds with every bite, a token for a hard day's work. The soft laughter of a familiar voice brings about bittersweet memories.
It doesn't feel as warm where they reside now, everything feels distant like a stranger.
So what is this magical place Debt looks so fondly upon? Filled with flowers, spices, and summer breezes.
Home.
Call them cliche if you must, but they are adamant it is where they dream to be. Ripped away from it so many years ago, now, they can only look back on it with yearning. A place of simple joys. Where problems seem to dissipate and life is simpler.
To be embraced by memories and familiarity is the dream vacation.
GummyGator
Username: GatorGummy
Kia Name: Debt
What is this kiamaras dream vacation?
Vacations are seen as luxuries for Debt, something that few could ever afford to do. Poverty assured they would never experience such simple joys leaving only dreams to fill the void. Some wish to explore grand castles, sail the vast oceans, or taste the cuisine of a specific place. For Debt, the answer came as simple as breathing.
The sweet scent of poinsettias wafting through a hot summer's day. Gentle whispers of wind brushing against their hair. Creeks bubbling to life with fish and frogs who croak long onto the night. Oh how they miss it. There isn't a day that passes them by where the thoughts of their dream doesn't taunt them at night. They miss the warm embrace of the sun on their face. How its warmth made them feel welcomed, like they belonged. Fishing lines springing to life with sturdy hands to tame them, exposing the living treasures under the rushing creek. Simple dishes with varying spices tantalized their taste buds with every bite, a token for a hard day's work. The soft laughter of a familiar voice brings about bittersweet memories.
It doesn't feel as warm where they reside now, everything feels distant like a stranger.
So what is this magical place Debt looks so fondly upon? Filled with flowers, spices, and summer breezes.
Home.
Call them cliche if you must, but they are adamant it is where they dream to be. Ripped away from it so many years ago, now, they can only look back on it with yearning. A place of simple joys. Where problems seem to dissipate and life is simpler.
To be embraced by memories and familiarity is the dream vacation.
2023-03-14 05:23:25
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