Sitting alone, again, on a sweet September evening. You're so far away and yet you permeate my every thought I see your face in the clouds as they sail across the sky I hear your voice as the waves crash upon the shore Water curling over and toppling the sand with its foamy white froth The sky takes on a pastel hue deepening as it reaches the horizon The leaves of the palm
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