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In sun-kissed hues, a radiant sight, Tan skin gleams with golden light. Warmth infused in every cell, A symphony of shades that compel. While pale is praised for its ethereal gleam, Tan skin, too, holds a radiant esteem. Its golden hues, a testament to light, A tapestry that dances in daylight. Bronzed canvas, a masterpiece rare, A testament to sun's affair. Like amber kissed by nature's fire, A palette of warmth, a sunlit desire. Where moonlight bathes in silver's pure embrace, The sun's warm touch adorns tan skin's embrace. No less enchanting, with a golden sheen, It paints a portrait, vibrant and serene. In the morning's first light, as dawn's fingers gently trace, Across the horizon, the sun reveals its grace. And so, too, does tan skin, bathed in golden hue, A masterpiece painted in shades of amber and true. Like honeyed caramel, smooth and sweet to taste, Tan skin exudes a richness, a flavor interlaced. A blend of earth and sunshine, a fusion of delight, A testament to the

In Elmore Junior High, on a lovely day in Elmore City, a tall man was peacefully reclining on the ground, sitting with his legs folded, hands resting on his knees, and closed eyes, listening to peaceful music. The man's appearance is unique, sporting cloud-like white hair, yellow sandals with teal straps, black pants with pink hems, a shirt decorated with stripes in an array of colors such as red, yellow, orange, teal, and blue, red irises encircling yellow eyes, and black eyebrows. The counselor hummed contentedly. Steve let the tranquil music fill his mind, picturing himself sitting in the wilderness. He heard the birds chirping, spotted animals strolling by, surrounded by a brilliant blue sky with waters nearby. Taking a deep breath, he released it with a pleased sigh. The wind whistled gently, billowing his shirt as it caught the breeze, while leaves fluttered and blossomed around him. Mr. Small's peaceful moment was disturbed by a loud sound. His immediate surroundings suddenly

Daroach sighed as he gazed down at the sweet girl lying on top of him. She looked as if she was sleeping, but he knew better as she was clinging to him and nuzzling his chest affectionately. he smiled as he ran his fingers through her short hair, enjoying the softness of it. After their long, passionate kiss, they had collapsed on the bed and spent the next hour or so enjoying each other’s warmth. As the play “footsie”, they gently embraced, getting lost into each other’s arms. His heart sank at the thought that adeleine would eventually come to her senses and this glorious bliss would end, but this thought only made the moment last longer as he would tighten his grip on her. If this was a one-time thing, he might as well relish in every second of it. He wasn’t dreaming. His angel was here in his arms and had no intention of ever letting go. To tell the truth, Daroach did not want adeleine to leave as he hugged her tightly Meanwhile, adeleine was lost in her own sensations. She had

Gumball found himself scrubbing on the pictures displayed on the shelves and walls. He extended his arms up and down, wiping the dirt off the items. Afterward, he placed the wiped down and threw the used ones in the trash. Then, the feline started organizing and arranging the pillows back to their original places. He places his hands on the sheets and spreads out his hands, ceasing all the wrinkles shown before him. As he did, Gumball noticed threads in his claws. He spouted another from his other hand and reached for the loose threads like tweezers. He pulled them out piece by piece on each finger and did the same with the other hand. Meanwhile, Judith finished cleaning the sink and removed the apron, hanging it up. She exited the kitchen and stood nearby, seeing the feline arranging the living room. Judith stood for a few seconds, seeing the cat cleaning the living room. She put her hands firmly on her hips, glared at the feline something with a cocked head, strode to the hall

I walk around in midnight bliss taking in the view of yellow flowers reaching to the sky soaking up the moonlight and of the dancing roses swaying in the breeze. Making such a melody that even the wolves would sing and the cold hearted sinner would tap his feet. Then there's the pond oh glorious thing making the heart calm and the mind to think with its little ripples disturbing the peace making one ponder what lies underneath, and the sound of the water making its course steadying the thoughts of the distraught and bringing peace to the heart.