Kissing the scarlet rose profusely; made me feel as if I was timelessly wandering in bountifully fragrant paradise; wholesomely oblivious to the uncouthly monotonous vagaries of the manipulative world outside,
Kissing the undulating waves intransigently; made me feel as if I had transited back into mischievously tangy childhood; with the ravishingly frothy salt marvelously replenishing every iota of my disastrously bedraggled countenance,
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