The way the sun felt on my skin, the soft breeze in my hair, the way your skin touched mine gently. The view of that magical island in front of me, the deep blue ocean crashing beneath me. The feeling amongst it all that despite the chaos in the world, beauty exists where you choose to see it, when you choose to acknowledge it, and it stays in you, however long you want it to.
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The way the sun felt on my skin, the soft breeze in my hair, the way your skin touched mine gently. The view of that...