|Walking; Talking; Chatting; Clicking;
Crashing against the gray stone rocks -
So fierce intense each step by step.
The ocean in the flicker of an eye.
Leading from high down to the beach,
So narrow steep naive and dark,
And yet so pure like the fine sands,
which our feet, together, have still to touch.
Hold closer, closer, capture it all -
Seashell treasures keep memories;
Waves of the night lost in the sea.|
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