The ocean whispers secrets in a language of echoes. Beneath the shifting tides, where dreams and reality kiss, your voice lingers—a melody etched in salt and wind.
It was there, amidst the fractured waves, I found fragments of your laughter, crystalline and fleeting. The sun-drenched horizon blurred, and in its shimmer, your silhouette danced, always just beyond reach.
Have we walked this shore before? Those footprints in the sand—a story told by the tides. With every wave, I trace the outline of your presence, timeless. Sands of Time, they say.
Come, let us sail upon these memories. The horizon is waiting, a canvas of pink and gold, where the sea meets the sky in a passionate embrace. Here, in this moment, we are infinite.
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