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I open the window the mist rolls in off the sea sweeping like a fluffy blanket pity hasn't keep the sea warm there is no horizon, it's the same just white, misty vision. The air is biting so cold it stings my skin rushing in like an unwelcome visitor there is no horizon it's the same just a milky opaque sight. The beam from the lighthouse sprays LED sparkles on the waves it dances with the movement of the sea jigging, squirting froth forward ebbing and flowing coming and going. There is a distance in the air a quiet , a silence now. The atmosphere changes brightens, clouds are apparent moving, clearing, and out comes the sun.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
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I open the window the mist rolls in off the sea sweeping like a fluffy blanket pity hasn't keep the sea warm there is no horizon, it's the same just white, misty vision. The air is biting so cold it stings my skin rushing in like an unwelcome visitor there is no horizon it's the same just a milky opaque sight. The beam from the lighthouse sprays LED sparkles on the waves it dances with the movement of the sea jigging, squirting froth forward ebbing and flowing coming and going. There is a distance in the air a quiet , a silence now. The atmosphere changes brightens, clouds are apparent moving, clearing, and out comes the sun.
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cheryl-love
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
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