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the sky w s be utifully red-lining red s we stood on top of the dunes with b re feet nd bl ck hoodies nd broken pol roid on be ch of com tose trees nd ble ched broken gl ss th t bordered snow we w tched le f te sed into the w ves with unnecess ry solemnity nd r n down the be ch my skirt billowing fl g w ving to the giggled nthem of triumph