They are now gone, extinguished like a flame from a fire, smothered by the cold dark abyss of time. I remember it well.
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I remember well those fun times we had while sitting on the beach watching the waves as they rolled in smothering the sand before us. No sooner were they touching our feet than they teasingly retreated from where they had come, waiting for them to return we looked up squinting our eyes as the dusks gleaming rays blindingly showered down upon us, it's time now to end this mischievous game, the day is drawing to a close.
They are now gone, extinguished like a flame from a fire, smothered by the cold dark abyss of time. I remember it well. Comments are closed.
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