I always thought of myself as a hut. I was always what I lived in. It didn't need to be big, It didn't even need to be beautiful, It just needed to be mine. I became what I was meant to be, I built myself a life, I built myself a house. 29 years ago my father crossed a double line. Changed my life and the life of a little girl forever, For that mistake. I just can't stop thinking about her. With every crash of every wave, I hear something now, I never listened before. I'm on the edge of a cliff, Listening! Almost finished. If you were a house Sam, This is where you would want to be built. On rock facing the sea. Listening! Listening!