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The Caribbean Sea is well-known for its high winds and rough water which causes the flying fish to glide at ease in rough marine waters and hurricanes to emerge to the surfaces. It is the same rough sea that became the burial ground for the  hundreds of fishermen who lost their life at sea. Life is too rough for these struggling workers. the same sea that Laden was buried, because no country would accept his remain so the big fish had their daily feast It is the same rough sea stories, many of us have talked about Like during the journey on the sea the disciples were distressed by wind and on a rough sea, Yet there is no winter in Caribbean, neither in  many parts of Brazil but we do have our share of problem with  Achatinas tropical land snails the sea is now a story about the strong wind and heavy sea But it never stops us from spending time at the beach.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
A Challenge To Write An imitation of Wallace Stevens
The Caribbean Sea is well-known for its high winds and rough water which causes the flying fish to glide at ease in rough marine waters and hurricanes to emerge to the surfaces. It is the same rough sea that became the burial ground for the  hundreds of fishermen who lost their life at sea. Life is too rough for these struggling workers. the same sea that Laden was buried, because no country would accept his remain so the big fish had their daily feast It is the same rough sea stories, many of us have talked about Like during the journey on the sea the disciples were distressed by wind and on a rough sea, Yet there is no winter in Caribbean, neither in  many parts of Brazil but we do have our share of problem with  Achatinas tropical land snails the sea is now a story about the strong wind and heavy sea But it never stops us from spending time at the beach.
Indian River.... I was  aiming for..
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
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