For some inexplicable reason, each time the sun dips into the sea, you can just about make out the sound of fire on water, in its final moments before once again being consumed by the watery depths.
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For some inexplicable reason, each time the sun dips into the sea, you can just about make out the sound of fire on water, in its final moments before once again being consumed by the watery depths.
At 42 years young, Shirley Valentine had already taken a back-seat to life, watching the days drone by in the same, meaningless way. She would find herself talking to the kitchen wall, where the only semblance of a “life” seemed to resonate from a small poster hidden away on the inside of a cupboard; a simple Greek tourist office brochure tantalized Shirley. The background photograph of a whitewashed chapel topped by a humble cross glowing in the rays of the setting sun, surrounded by the vast turquoise sea, an image so typical of the islands of the Aegean Sea, seemed to call out to her.
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