Red Heart of the DesertRed Heart of the Desert
After a long journey, with the heat of the desert still flickering in her veins, Jasmine stopped among the velvety dunes. Her body breathed slowly, like sand in the wind, and her heart seemed to still be moving forward, unaware that her feet had already stopped. The red dress touched her skin as if it were alive, preserving something ancient in the fabric – the call of freedom and the secret audacity of the sun's breath. And in that moment, she understood: this is where her new feeling begins.
After a long journey, with the heat of the desert still flickering in her veins, Jasmine stopped among the velvety dunes. Her body breathed slowly, like sand in the wind, and her heart seemed to still be moving forward, unaware that her feet had already stopped. The red dress touched her skin as if it were alive, preserving something ancient in the fabric – the call of freedom and the secret audacity of the sun's breath. And in that moment, she understood: this is where her new feeling begins.
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