I want to go to the beach at sunset.
I can feel the wind around me and I seem to be grounded for the first time, everything steadies. The waves slowly crash but they seem to whisper just quiet enough I can't make out the words. The sun grasps onto as much of the sky as she can. She's dying to just get a moment with her lover. The moon rises and she sends kisses exploding and they freckle all around the clouds. How tragic a love story. I can see them weep with much sorrow. If you sit silent just for a moment in the dark you can hear the echoing cry of.
I love you
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