a translated extract of famous american novelist Ristine--
the pale mooncast its moonlight around the sandy seashore township, as diana and eric strolled on the beach holding hands, enjoying the moonlight cool sea breezes the dampness of sands under their feet, the night had dream like quality, extereme silent and dark eric insisted he wanted to return home, as she ignored his plea and invited him to sit ubder the beach umbrella forgotten there by someone
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