Shapeless clouds and formless waves—seemingly distorted, yet oddly complementary.
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“Hmm? Is that the sea I hear over there?”
When Georgia opened the glass door leading to their room’s balcony, the welcoming sound of the waves reached even Dianna who was on the other side of the phone. Smiling with the response she received, she fixed her beach hate and leaned over the railings, eyes sparkling in delight. “Yes. We’re in Blu City. Ezekiel figured that we need some fresh air, so we’ll stay here for two nights, and then return to Kroft on the third.”
“Oh? He sounds like a fun guy.” Dianna laughed. “Is his work not that time consuming? I’m happy that he can keep you company, but still…” she continued, sounding a little doubtful and concerned with how they were living their lives outs
