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Soft light pushed past the curtain’s thin fabric, brushing over the walls in long, warm strokes.
The breeze drifted in with it—cool, gentle—making the curtain rise... fall... sway in slow motion, like a sleepy dancer greeting dawn.
The air carried that early–morning purity, the kind that tasted clean on the skin.
It shifted across the bed, gliding over bare legs tangled beneath a half-fallen blanket, over warm shoulders and the curve of two bodies locked together ...
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