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One day on a wild beach, I took hundreds of pictures until one was the best.
You were in pants and exhausted after many times running back and forth on wet sand for me to take pictures.... Looking at your sweat, mingling with salt water, rolling on your ruddy cheeks and being broken in the wind, I felt so touched... I was too clumsy, and did not know what to say to you, but to tighten your hand...
A light astonishment glided through your eyes, you then looked at me and smiled. I know you did understand that I wanted to say very honest and deepest thanks to you...
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