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The sound of the waves
hitting the shore . .
the salty scent of the ocean . .
the moon hanging in the
brilliant navy
like a spotlight . .
the cracking tune
of the bonfire
not too far. .
the loud music ,
just that rhythm
that you hear ,
and just for once ,
the lyrics don’t really matter ;
you just want to give your soul
away to the universe
and celebrate your existence . .
for once ,
nothing matters for a special reason ,
but just because you want to live
in the very moment . .
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[If this girl's words have touched your soul , matter not how faint the sensation felt , would you mind dears , if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath and send kudos to her , please ?] :)
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into her phenakistoscope
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