Waves of Miami
In Miami, the sun was hot and the air smelled of the sea. The city, a sprawling canvas of colors and sounds, was alive. It was a place where one could lose themselves or find something they didn’t know they were looking for. They checked into one of the best hotels in Miami for couples, a place recommended by a friend who knew about these things.
The hotel was a structure of white walls, tall palms, and windows that reflected the sky. The room had a view of the ocean, a vast expanse of blue that stretched to the horizon. They stood on the balcony, watching the waves. The sea was a living thing, powerful and indifferent.
They walked on the beach in the mornings. The sand was warm beneath their feet. The beach was long and wide, and they walked without talking, listening to the sound of the surf. The gulls circled overhead, calling to each other. The world was simple in those moments.
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