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The relief of my brother as he walked into the sea caught my attention. I could percieve a storm of feelings inside him. His golden eyes reflected freedom, as he disapeared into the blue intensity of the ocean. I remember how we used to be always together, climbing up our tree where we felt untouched by reality, as if it was banned from our minds. I will always wonder if he grew weaker or stronger. But I do know I haven't lost him, he has just been transformed into beautiful memories that keep me from rushing into the emptiness of the sea.
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
TRANSFORMATION NOT DEATH
The relief of my brother as he walked into the sea caught my attention. I could percieve a storm of feelings inside him. His golden eyes reflected freedom, as he disapeared into the blue intensity of the ocean. I remember how we used to be always together, climbing up our tree where we felt untouched by reality, as if it was banned from our minds. I will always wonder if he grew weaker or stronger. But I do know I haven't lost him, he has just been transformed into beautiful memories that keep me from rushing into the emptiness of the sea.
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Ecuadorean
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
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