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Morning waves 404, but pastel sky merits adore.

Sans salty splashes waking eyes’ saccade, will rising sun awake beach babe’s bod?

Surfer exculpates wind for leaving goal unmet—for rider knows that fails precede every reset.

Water still still, papyraceous and lambent like cellophane, leaves her as stirrer of own starter drink—ready to roll with what comes—whether it bears blue or rosily pink. ; )

Herald announces ankh artists are waiting in the mandarah.

Hark! Especially those who are stoned must leave the booze can stat as entering police are not so down with that.

Fanfare trumpets from a grumbling space when iftar provides relief from a solid sweat.

Some summoners proffer crowns for answering calls, but they rarely relay how convoluted are such tagged tasks’ talls. ; )

Others kissed their princely frogs in order to return them to a preferred state.

My predilection for those with not-easy lives, though, led to an unenvious date.

Raillery that was directed our way met with two kinds of thick, yet sensitive, skin.

For, see, ampliative amore a la amphibian adoring assuages antipathetic attacks again.

We continued to lepak for a bit, talk for a sit, and party all lit—just a photog and her faux-frog oh so at it. ; )

Lady’s bug alights and, then, heads to septentrion.

Lightest luck of gratis form bests gold’s metage at any rate.

Some swoon for jeune premier’s kisses, but ladybird’s pecks are ached for misses.

Malleable in both mind and mood requires neither force nor convince—just a subtlest hint of charm as innocently wooed. ; )

Coast’s crescent engages lone company in catechetic conversation by first querying if current ambience has been chosen due to abient feelings for another milieu.

Sea watcher replies that for neither chagrin would they run nor for monophobia would they stay.

“Why here, though?”

“Because sand’s numbers do not crowd, ocean’s waves respect elbow room, and cloudy sets clarify mind frets.” ; )