

I always liked to walk along the sea at sunset, when the waves caress the shore 🌊 and the air is soaked with salty freshness... That evening it was especially warm, and I decided to walk barefoot, feeling the sand sinking under my feet - soft and supple, like someone's hot palms... 😏 😏
The wind was playing with my dress, wrapping it around my legs, then lifting it up, as if intentionally letting the coolness get in where the sun usually doesn't reach... ☀️ I slowed down, breathing in the humid air with my full chest, and suddenly noticed how the waves were getting more and more insistent - they were crashing on the shore, flooding the rocks, leaving behind shiny, wet traces... 💦 💦
I sat down on a large boulder, smooth from the constant caress of the water, and watched the sea recede, then come back again... 🌊 Time after time. Rhythmically. Tirelessly. The water was cool, but pleasant, and I couldn't resist - I dipped my fingers into the foam of the surf, feeling it enveloping my skin, penetrating between them... 👀 👀
And then I saw a lonely sail in the distance ⛵ - it swayed on the waves, as if in rhythm with someone's breathing... And for some reason I suddenly felt hot... despite the evening coolness... 🔥 🔥
The sea knows a lot about perseverance... And I think I do too... 😉💋
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