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Her face, it glistens like the August skies, coloring me crimson. What a sight.
Her eyes, they see things way beyond what I perceive, with her lovely perception. Dive right in.
So far away, but our words are strung across the cobalt ocean waves between, hoping they’d make it through alright.
And I can’t help but beam as I picture your every smile, such consoling lullabies.

As the rain tore through the scenery, blinding me, as the thunder roared in the air, frightening me.
She just posed her novel smile, and…

Good morning,
Good evening.
Have a great day,
Sleep well.

This summer is worth it, after all.