here as we look out at the moonlit ocean. our minds travel back to the warm summer. evenings as we surfed together in those times. we only thought of those moments there was no. yesterday are tomorrow only right there and then. how could we have known then that moon that controls? the tides would one day push us apart and bring. us together once more how we can never. ignite the sparks of the past we found in our meeting. that our parting was for the best for us both.
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