Days pass by as the tantalising smell of spring whips past my face; my nose ever-so-seemingly willing to follow the trail it leaves.
Sweet melodies of the Earth began to fill ears of those who yearned; those whose senses have been unceasingly stimulated for the past 6 years of their lives since they were 12. Reluctant to let their mouths go astray, they let the sides of their heads do the talking instead.
The salty essence of the morning's glory never failed to amaze me with its fulfilling scent; accompanied by rushing waves crashing upon the sands of the earth.
No one ever saw that shadow passing by; as she walked along the shoreline, feet dusting against the seashells which lined up neatly against the crests of waves.
The search began.
It was two separate stories, two different times, but somehow managing to fuse up into a single and sad story.
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