Amber, soft magenta gives rise to pale yellow to be crowned by grey periwinkle blue with pillows and tufts of grey stretched across like a pulled cotton bud. In the far distance, a storm darkens a section, reaching the gray tuft all the way to the water.
Lighting flashes, exposing the islands beyond. Relaxing music emanates from the hotel behind me and a candle lights my little table on the soft sand. Heaven might be like this.
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