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  • In Love With a Busker
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    The wind blows my brown hair across my back. The fresh water laps at the white sand, failing to climb on to the beach. He is a safe haven, a raging fire in the midst of a freezing storm. He looks at me with his wide, crystal blue eyes. His messy hair flows like water across his tanned face. He smiles, a beautiful ligh...