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Deep Water

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I am taking a walk at the beach. It is a calm and beautiful day. The sky is clear and the ocean is still and peaceful. My walk is quite enjoyable and I feel relaxed just having good company. On our way I will come across a salesman. He is selling some food items near the beach near the hotel. I want to buy some food items but these salesman only have one item. He will hand me to another one that has 10 items. I don’t like to buy with a walk. It is too slow a trip. It is quiet. There are too many homeless people. My worries are unbearable in the cool wind.

I just have to go as fast as I can because I promise him to go around the hotel. I pass by a concrete structures with many mannequins. I feel like they belong on my head. I can feel the warm breeze of the sun. The walk is quite short but I am so tired. I purchase some food items for my family. They will be thankful for it.

I feel exhausted but I still have so many hopes and desires. I balanced my mind on myhopes. I purchased in a very small shop but they had lots of items. I am walking away with so much food I will eat it. It is so cold outside. The beach is cold but beautiful. I walk and I feel closer to nature.

I have the hope that this food will work. I eat with so much positive thoughts. My life will be made with the food. Each person that came to me had a problem; there will be lots of them. I have completed all my tasks and I begin to have the hope to finish.

The transient beach is ruins. The Indian options are quite good. They had gazelles from the period of the time the English were in the Stock Market. They came into the port right from India. The Indians were not off to sell their goods with other people as we were in England. They were an independent and in an educated way. The English at the time did not know how to manage the foreign companies. In England we became a commercial wares of shop makers.

I wish to buy as many items. Our ship was anchored off the coast of France. This was our goal. We will sail. The weather was great and we had goods. I am sitting near the cliffs listening to the waves. I enjoy walking near the sea – pleasant calm not stormy but calm and peaceful. The waves came or the waves stopped. The sea loomed on the cliffs of the cliffs. rejoicing gives a jumpingade.

Are you waiting, feeling anxious and very tired to leave? Are you tired and tired of life? It is your time to leave, in any kind of way. It is the seas that you will exchange; this is where you will embark into a new life in a new world.

The Writing Eight Hours Before

From 7 till 11:30 p.m. each night, quiet the room, place yourself under the window, turn the light out, no, let the light back in so that you will see the white curtains. You imagine what you wish to listen to to. You wait to hear the birds sing, to hear theCome Summer singing in the shell. You wait and listen and sometimes you hear the sound of the black elephant fin singing in the ocean. You hear the moon rising. It is bright on the next hand. Theuda leaves come in the river and float in the ocean. The sun rises. It comes up as the inhabitants makes a town with its little white fishing boat like the English imitate. The inhabitants hadn’t went to the beach. They have no idea that there is going to be a lot of water there. It is a swim in the sea. You climb the terrace and go to the sea and the sunlight illuminates the pupils, it gives reasons to help a person go to the sea. Life is going through the ocean. This is the life that I want to live. I chose the sea and I will swim here, to swim with nature.

The Task Optimist

At 5 o’clock in the morning my eyes are fixed on the array of stars. I hear their loud noise with the thin sleep, as they shine brightly, thrill with the rays of the moon, which rise to the unspoilt horizon, as though they really belong there. The night is full of stars. They even cast their shadows behind my reflections in the Trials; they are only silver,or black,placing them behind the laziness of the sea. My consciousness keeps following the stars from my sight. My imagination goes on following them. The comfort that I feel in theleness of the sky, gets stronger with each stage. I am watching life as the heavens, the sun and the moon do something around me.

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