Bliss
The warm wind brushes against my face, what a delightful embrace. The warm summer air, not having a care. The sound of singing blue jays, the warm summer rays. The smell of an ocean breeze, allergies making me sneeze. Lying in the sun getting a suntan listening to my favorite band.
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