Introducing
Nestled on a cloud, my breath the rhythm of the waves, my mind fills with the faint patter of rain and the smell of fresh salty air. All my troubles are washed away. The sea is where I rest.
Nestled on a cloud, my breath the rhythm of the waves, my mind fills with the faint patter of rain and the smell of fresh salty air. All my troubles are washed away. The sea is where I rest.
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