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A warm breeze ushers in the fall of night, As small torches hold court in the fading daylight. Their flickering glow sends shadows dancing across the ground, Whilst amphibious royalty croon to the land their ancestral sound. Distant shores beckon the weary mind. Exotic lands promise escape from the woes of mankind, Back into the ocean depths once more, Beyond the wall of sleep envisioned in lore. 'Tis the pull of the evening tide; Where such wonders await travelers upon the other side.
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Evening Tide
A warm breeze ushers in the fall of night, As small torches hold court in the fading daylight. Their flickering glow sends shadows dancing across the ground, Whilst amphibious royalty croon to the land their ancestral sound. Distant shores beckon the weary mind. Exotic lands promise escape from the woes of mankind, Back into the ocean depths once more, Beyond the wall of sleep envisioned in lore. 'Tis the pull of the evening tide; Where such wonders await travelers upon the other side.
damon-nestor
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
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