                        ‘‘whoa! — this must be some dream i’m experiencing or - or a hallucination. it can’t be this perfect, that golden hour light hitting you from behind, those waves in the background, you’re a ... what’s the word?’‘ her brain pained itself in finding the right word, translating it roughly from french to english, ‘‘a... a goddéese!’‘ slender fingers wrapped around the camera that hung around her neck most of the time, she found a new view to capture every single day. except now she found her muse in not just mother nature, but the women who roamed around the island too. ‘‘sorry to bother,’‘ the petite blonde hadn’t quite caught the other’s face yet, not knowing it was a familiar one. ‘‘is it okay if i take a photo? it’s so perfect like this, i can’t not!’‘
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