The sun reached horizon, waves lapping at your feet, the warmth of sand cradling your dreams, each tide is a promise. Linger in the shadows of tall pines, where the air is crisp and still, the whisper of rainwater falls, each flake a memory, delicate and fleeting. Two worlds apart, your laughter carried by the wind, my silence wrapped in the frost, in the distance, the ocean stretches wide, a bridge of longing, where souls meet, if only for a moment.
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