[S]ecretly hidden away in the serene and perpetual precision of the ocean depths.
[A]amongst the coral within the frightening fathoms which haunt the desolate plains of eternal rapture.
Dwells an oasis of dreams where the water of fantasy slithers [R]ealms of wonder surrounded by the tides of elegance.
This glorified paradise awaits only us, [A]nticipating and coveting our footsteps in the sand
Within this ecstasy of grace enfolded by excellence, minuets and moments go by, and yet your hand is still in mine.
by Micah Krahn
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