Him: "...". She
: "...".
Silence is measured in waves. Tumbling, with no horizon, they'll go without asking for explanations. Aim to leave you amazed that the wind drag. She turns half a turn, expects his men seize the moment for reflection do the same. He realizes that will not happen soon, and looks down before returning to the front. He does not move an eyelash, but reached out and look for the little finger with a narrow light. You want, her hand, but eventually relents and lets her fingers to climb along the phalanges of the other, until the union of the palms. The tide rises, washes the feet in the folded position and came close to close to half. Cala sunset and is already the dawn of a new union. What will remain when the waves will rise and fall of the grains of sand will be reduced to a floor for the tide, it is not the question that the heart and brain would do at this time.
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