She's one of the first of her kind. That's she looks like she's lost. She's looking for something or someone. What ? Who ? Maybe she's looking at you. Maybe she miss the ocean, the waves, the water. She belongs to them, she looks like them, She is them. You can see in her eyes, she's full of ocean, of waves, of water. Peace in her eyes, trouble on her face. Trouble in her eyes, peace on her face. Ocean is always changing, like her.
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