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His olive-green eyes follow the line of the horizon, wary of focusing on the waves which delight in upsetting his stomach. In the past João would sidle up to him and gently rib him over his seasickness, standing close enough so that only Antonio could hear him and the scent of lavender washed over him soothingly.
The lavender is lost in the breeze now, overwhelmed by the smell of saltwater, and Antonio instinctively covers his silver ring from any splashes that might reach it.
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- Part 8 of the border between Summer and Autumn
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24 Jun 2025