Picture yourself on a sunfish, sailing out past the breakers. You head West in-front of the old lighthouse and it's decrepit, rotting wharf. It's a balmy afternoon and the sun beats hard against the boat's deck. In the distance the ferry makes its lazy way across the bay. A gull follows from up above. You can feel the breeze beneath your arms. The shore is dotted with Victorian bungalows, tucked smartly behind trimmed hedges and a row of Oak trees. It's nice to be outside. Here's a new song from TOPS:
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