you must burn brighter than ever
Oh, so close. She could feel it, behind her eyes, pressing over her skin, the smell of salt intermingling amidst the memories of other days and years and nights. Would it be like the Oasis, constantly in the background of her memories, where she’d splash and carry on, before worlds fell apart? Would it be like the ocean with its veneer and glass, where she could place her face against the surface, laugh at the colors? At the fish? The temptation, the enticement, tapped at her heels, made minstrel music and movements. She danced like a spirit, like a sprite, moving, moving, moving toward the sea.
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Melita heads towards the sea!
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Melita heads towards the sea!
Melita
