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I remember 

Laying amongst tall grass whilst the wind whispers through leafs, there your smile, sketched out like a painting. I die when you laugh, that sweet sound rings my ears, like a concert after the show is over. I lingered for a while, only to brush your hair back and look into those eyes. Sand between our toes, blue skies, stars dancing in the moon light, day and night, as we sit by sandy shores with camp fire, toasting marshmallows, listening to the radio playing our favourite songs.

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