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Through my bedroom window I see sun-kissed clouds framing the sea, a sea pale and blue, calm, serene, awaiting the darkness to descend on it again but I know, that no matter how dark it gets or how much sand the incoming tide with it takes, there would still be stars to illuminate what remains and to their light I will sit there and write, bathed in the first waves of the night feeling the wet, warm, grains of sand slip trough my feet maybe their destiny to meet. Leaving everything behind, I... Sign in to see full entry.