It's a beautiful morning from El Salvador a place of aquatic splendour where lovers meet to share their beautiful moment, with her wind stretched towards San Salvador, hmmm, the sweet feelings of the wind reminded me of African lullaby's my grandmother often sing for me before I quietly drifted off on her Yoruba made mat. good morning my beautiful San Salvador. Thanks for being part of my untold stories.
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