Description
Upon morning's shore, where waves embrace the sand, each ripple writes its story grand. Through mist and foam, the ocean speaks, its wisdom ancient, wild and free. Nature's dance in endless grace, where water meets the morning's face.
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Samples
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Default Sample
Sometimes I think my heart speaks in colors you can't see, painting truths between our silences. I've been holding these words like breath underwater, watching them float up in bubbles of almost-courage, breaking the surface when I least expect them to.
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Raya birch 02
Upon morning's shore, where waves embrace the sand, each ripple writes its story grand. Through mist and foam, the ocean speaks, its wisdom ancient, wild and free. Nature's dance in endless grace, where water meets the morning's face.