That summer I was on the other side of the Pacific.
Moonlight softly touches the surface of the water as the sea roared restlessly. Warm ocean breeze gently kissed our cheeks and rustled through the leaves behind us. I lost count of how many stray cats we chased and oh, the lightening strikes we caught. Like kids, we ran along the shore with sand between our toes. Some things just don't change. Memory is surely a beautiful thing.
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