With her radiant visage illuminated by a soft, warm glow that filtered through the delicate lace of her Bohemian dress, golden hair cascading like the ocean's embrace, and eyes that shimmering with an ineffable grace and longing, Myra stood poised on the weathered wooden pier during the golden hour of a Mediterranean beach, gazing out at azure horizon as gulls cried overhead and saltwater scent mingled with jasmine, creating enchanting tableau that captures essence timeless beauty and wistful dreams. <lora:hzvyim18fb5c0bc54u1978:1>
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