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Thursday, 13 June 2019

My Freedom


As the sun shines and reflects through the ocean, glooming through the air, the ocean splashes on each wave. The wind blowing through my hair as I hair the sonund of whistiles. Bird's cherping its song as it sings along with me. The sand stuck in between my toes as it is goes, once the seashore hit it's limit. The rock of "Freedoom" Feels the water, and sun shinning on it.     

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