The salty breeze tangled in her hair as she traced the jagged edges of the **seaside cliff walk**. Waves crashed below, a distant lighthouse blinking rhythmically, casting shadows that danced between them. His voice was low, almost swallowed by the wind, promising moments suspended between the roar of the ocean and the quiet pulse of their hearts.
She slipped her hand into his, the rough stone beneath their feet grounding the fragile tension. The horizon stretched wide, endless as the possibilities that shimmered just beyond the edge of the **seaside cliff walk**.
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The sun warmed the rocks beneath their feet as they wandered the **seaside cliff walk**, the scent of salt and wildflowers thick in the air. His laughter mingled with the gulls’ cries, a sound she wanted to memorize. The world felt vast, yet here, on the edge of everything, it was just the two of them.
A sudden gust swept her scarf loose, and he caught it with a smile that held promises. Between the crashing waves and the endless sky, their hands met, fingers weaving a quiet story on the **seaside cliff walk**.
