They were sitting on a cliff on a bench, where they always sit, being thein ar brown study and, watching the raging waves. Repetitively, a flashing lighthouse was touching their faces – so ruddy and smiley. She, still wearing her school uniform, was playing with the strands of her black, hair that waved like a sea hair. He, in a leather jacket and holding a crash helmet on his knees, was blowing out the hair from his forehead. Both, so young, both, so close ftor each other.

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