Tropical Mist

The air hangs thick with the sweetness of exotic flowers. A gentle current whispers through the mahogany, carrying with it the salty tang of the sea. The sun, a blazing ball, casts long shadows on the white shores. It's a tranquil state of being, where time drifts away. Life here is simple, a slow,
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