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the sea breeze is a whistle through his brown locks, their castle sits on a mountain of rock. a boy of no more than 17, his skin creased in the never ending cycle of summer, the boy is tired. overwhelmed, over heated.
the waves are a constant knock at his door made of packed down mineral and blown away sand. breeze blowing back the sheer white curtain. 1987. jimin wears stripes and worries about nothing. he a prince, his mother a queen, his father a king lost at sea.
