Marine mood
She clutched with peculiar pebbles whispering the wind in the song they leave their last boats, and the child's thunders have long since died. The days are silent, as the day changes with the night the sands remain deserted under the umbrellas - bouquets of paper flowers. And the sun is angry again covered with cloud diaper, the sea ... again will be turbulent but with tenderness surrounding the shore.
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