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The blue ocean calls
Crashing waves and salty air
A refuge for me
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Nims Voice
A storyteller with a passion for fiction, motivation, and inspiration. I love to create stories that will transport you to another world, motivate you to achieve your goals, and inspire you to be the best version of yourself.
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