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I remember the Sun and the smell of salt in the air, and the warm touch of rough sand against my bare feet. I remember the sound of waves lapping at the shore, and the gentle whispers of palm trees as their leaves brushed playfully against one another. But most of all I remember her. She was nought but a silhouette when I first saw her, and I remember wondering at her hunched figure, the Sun casting her lithe form in shadow, making her glow a fiery orange. Making her beautiful. An angel. I remember her looking up from where she was seated upon her haunches, gazing at me with calm eyes. I was caught, trapped in her gaze, mesmerised by the p