Is this the one?
Brisking through the bramble to a field filled with silence, baskful rays glimmer our skin. Marching on due course to lay atop soft dewey grass. As we embrace, something short of zipping our jackets into eachothers coils. Gazing at crashing waves in your eyes, underneath the british countryside, the sun setting our movie scene. The tides push me towards you as I lean in, locking our lips in what felt like pure bliss as I guided you by your chin. A feature film that felt as if it was only an episode, I wonder where the season will take us?
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