was a morning when most of the summer began. Occasionally a clear drizzle reminded us that the sun was rampant across the width. My memory did not want to go gray. Looked like broken glass that sometimes treading.
However, the sun was doing this, its rays illuminate wanted. As if time were stretched by extending the horizon, reminding me that I could not stay in the despair of past failures.
Although they were just sand crystals had to get rid of them. I had to keep stepping on land or beach sand, but thinking more ash is crushed and evaporated, and the sea, full of future horizons, is born. I stepped on the ashes, I dipped my feet in the water, I looked where the sea melted into the sky, and I was slowly changing perspectives.
However, the sun was doing this, its rays illuminate wanted. As if time were stretched by extending the horizon, reminding me that I could not stay in the despair of past failures.
Although they were just sand crystals had to get rid of them. I had to keep stepping on land or beach sand, but thinking more ash is crushed and evaporated, and the sea, full of future horizons, is born. I stepped on the ashes, I dipped my feet in the water, I looked where the sea melted into the sky, and I was slowly changing perspectives.
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