The flash of the sun overwhelms my eyes. I lay observant as my body shivers not knowing what my mind will suffer this hour. I persist undisturbed with expectations for serenity. ...
The sun peaks and the glare mirrors the fury radiating in the eyes. Standing opposite, the memories of young hearts diminishing and ripening through the years. Bodies growing old, but, the passion blooming. ...
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