Ira stood, but she looked older now, but she still wore her old get up, her crown of feathers, and her tribal clothing, her tattoos showing as the now well endowed female lay down at the beach her eyes glowing a gold color as she began to humm a song that her "sister" Karel had taught her. Now she stared at the sun as it set and felt the warm ocean breeze hit her perfect skin as she let the salted water touch her feet and she smiled. She loved sunsets, and she loved the ocean, perhaps it had to do with her special Ressurection, but whatever, as long as she had the ocean, she was a happy girl.
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