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The oceanic desire never sleeps. But sometimes
... it dreams. And all senses start dancing ... and sense starts dancing
too.
Waiting for the moment to begin. Waiting for the treshold to open.
Waiting for the wave to sea.
Feel the music pulsing? Hear the sigh? The red scent provides a brief
halt.
I am here.
I am always here.
Awaiting the first step. Anticipating. And now the music ... |
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