She was a gentle summer breeze.
He was a blistering winter wind.
They could not have been more different.
Bu opposites are drawn to one another.
Her warm docile breeze was drawn to his wild winter ways.
She was tired of being a tamed breeze in summer.
She wanted to become a raging whirlwind of the cold.
She swirled around him,
Entwined her soft breeze with his coarse wind.
Her shyness was blown away.
His boldness was blown away.
He became more docile,
And she became bolder.
They created the perfect springtime current.
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