The Language of Waves
That morning, when the beach was still empty, the sea was speaking out rolled onto the shore as if performing an ancient ritual — loud, yet inevitably solemn. Each wave was a…
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Let it snow . . .
Yesterday morning there was a little bit of snow on the streets hardly enough to show on a photo . 1 ) as you can see the snow is already melting here But this morning we…
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