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The moon hung in the sky as dark as an abyss while the stars freckle the horizon in a perfect backdrop.
In the crisp night air a woman lay nude by a crackling fire on a flannel blanket. Propped on her elbows she takes in the sounds, pops from once living tree and roar of waves crashing and receding.
The woman marvels at the moon's pixelated reflection as it masquerades over the ocean's rolls and chop.
Basking in the moon's glow coupled with the warmth from the fire, she's obvlious to the thrashing and splashing of her love's postcotial swim.

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