Introducing The Crème of The Coffeelicious

Tourmaline dreams scattered with false hope of painted dreamy skies seem to get blocked by the Oceanside.

The catch is, there is no catch, but instead a cry. A whimper into the darkness created over her eyes plunging out all hope of vanilla blue skies.

Remain calm, remain focused, this will not last, it is only a showcase.

A tiny twinge of hope remains as she unshackles her hands free of the darkness. It is until then she remains blinded with only hope to hang on to.

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