An imaginary story. A warm wind came from the shore. The weather was sultry. The sea water that was black like the night, was waving slowly and moved the canoe like a cradle. The little boy opened his eyes by force and looked at his father that ha ...
An imaginary story. A warm wind came from the shore. The weather was sultry. The sea water that was black like the night, was waving slowly and moved the canoe like a cradle. The little boy opened his eyes by force and looked at his father that had joined the night and the sea...
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