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A princess wandered close along the sea one day, draped in ebony and sapphire. Around her neck a row of pearls, sparkling and opulent, fragile and fraught in their design. Footprints scattered behind her as she searched for what was lost to her. Years she floated there, along the wreckage of the coast, but nothing came to her. In the end it was him that found her -- floating amongst the jetsam. Striding the earth like a grey-clad god, he bounded from among the clouds and took her in his arms.
It was ecstasy. It was peace. It was Nirvana.
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