There's a moment where form meets perfection, where zig complements zag, where the wave laps the sky in an embrace of endless blue. We're given one such moment to contemplate, while miss Alba turns cool refreshing water into a blue-burning liquid furnace. And the ocean stands still, thankful for such a gift. Nature, subdued, turns playful, welcoming that desirable mermaid that stuffs the dreams of all us land-imprisoned sailors.
Hell, it's hot outside...
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