The magnificent sea tenderly struck up a new rhythm, accompanied by the moon's song into the night.

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The magnificent sea tenderly struck up a new rhythm, accompanied by the moon's song into the night.
The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.
That's the whole point. I don't want to fade I want to flame away - a work of art ablaze with hope.
Beauty expressed by art can awake in us a sensation so whole that we speak of these things and try to understand.
Is anyone happy? They are living in blind optimism with the ugly rat race, desperate suburbanites who never could quite understand beauty or love.
A blind fall had her frail moorings open suddenly, and a burst of faint music evoked incommunicable emotion, like a wave trailing in her wake.
You are fierce and quite capable so try for yourself.
Glancing to the windows, a glittering moon lighted the garden mist winding as a silvery vapor.
I am strong, and I must respect that practical balance unique to the conflict of a woman, delicate and feminine.
Rich pink, pale peach, smokey yellow, violent orange, pale lavender, bright blue. Color exploding in this life.