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No one loves quite like the entrancing breath of divine:
the tranquil tease of a tender breeze or the bewitching ardent gale.
Its all-encompassing, enrapturing presence and its soundless whispers of love;
painted with the rising blush of passion, enclosed within falling flowery epistles.
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