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In Nice

For where else would we sit for hours? In the blazing sun. Where else would we dunk our bodies? In such salty water. In Nice, where we’re faced with beauty, the light and dark of blues. In Nice, where the pebbles meet you, (our names on one among them). In Nice, with a glass in your hand.

 

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