Summer time
The sun sits high up in the blue sky .
The wind blowing gently through her hair.
Tear drop water on her forehead, the heat unbearable, giggling and laughter all around.
Waves crashing down.
The sand squishing through each toe, birds high above her, faint music playing in the background.
As she opens her eyelids to reveal stunning hazel eyes.
She makes her decision and runs fast towards the crystal blue water ahead.
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