She was like the ocean. She always has been the taste of salt, the tide that comes close and then pulls back, but promises to return. She was like the ocean, deep enough to sink you, but never so far that the light can not reach…
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Caramel skin and curly beach hair – she loves the ocean more than anyone can imagine. It seems that those wild waves left a poem in her mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time she breathes out…
She smells like the ocean, the salt and the sun. And no matter how far she is from the water, you can always see the glitter of wild waves in her eyes…
Trust me, it’s paradise. This is where the hungry come to feed. For mine is the generation that travels the globe and searches for something we haven’t tried before. So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail […]
Her face was the southern sun, her hair the protecting shadow, her eyes fountains of cool water, her body the most slender of palm-trees and her smile a mirage… / Amin Maalouf
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