Karups
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The first warm breeze of spring whispered through the newly budded trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming lilacs. His fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate line of her jaw, a question asked without a single word. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as a soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound more profound than any declaration. The golden afternoon light dappled her skin, making it glow like honey as he gently brushed a stray curl from her forehead. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart echoing his own, a wild, syncopated drum against his chest as he drew her closer. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, her touch at first hesitant, then firm, anchoring herself to the present moment. The world narrowed to this single, sun-drenched clearing, where the only sounds were their shared breaths and the distant song of a robin. A profound tenderness washed over him, so powerful it threatened to steal his breath, as he watched a single, happy tear trace a path down her cheek. He caught it with his thumb, his gaze holding hers, seeing his own overwhelming joy reflected back at him. In that silent, perfect exchange, they discovered a new, vibrant world born from the gentle awakening of the season.
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