I'm here... Sitting where you once were, breathing your air and the scent of old wood mixed with the sea. Always now, I think, the scent of salty ocean air - I will find appealing. It's you, the way you feel in my arms, the sound of your voice, the soft warmth of your touch and the taste of your kisses, your skin... All of it, the tide has come in
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