Evening on the coast.
You are clothed in mild, gentle and fragile linen. Sitting on the sea shore. Feeling calm. Touching with your fingers softness of the dune sand. Listening to the sea swelling.
In your hands - a glass of red wine.
Time has stopped. Everything around has dissapeard. It's just you.
Your pure soul slowly becomes part of the nature.
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