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February 4, 2019


There’s a strange kind of magic in the way she looks at you. Like the power of a sirens song, you lose yourself in the riptides of her naked truth – hypnotized by her vulnerable beauty. Her pale blue eyes hold a sea of regrets but all you can see is a vast open heart yearning to be held, to be loved, to be understood. But as quickly as you fell deep into her currents, she was gone again leaving only the whisper of her salty kiss upon your lips. Like tears slipping through your fingertips, you cannot cage the ocean. Let the waters of her soul flow freely, and soon you will find her love come rushing back to you like enchanted waves against a golden shore. Miss her when she ebbs away; but when she flows home, love her even more.

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