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Allons-y

Posted on by MissJSquared

The wind roars in rapture,

enamoured by the affection with which my lovebird lays her eyes on me,

I stare out to sea,

and her hands around my waist are a life jacket.

The sun sighs in relief,

at last,

I am safe.

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