that he was holding like a dew with his strong hands. Although at that very moment I totally thought that he was quite sincere by wearing such a childish look which faded away eventually. As usual, I felt extremely clean for he let me in to his green pastures by the skirt of his majesty's high mountains. I couldn't stop to smile as if it was a way of praying! The shore looked like a soft blanket that was systematically covered by the ebb and flow. Though, we didn't mind at all to the upcoming waves. Words, words, words; whatever tools they were; we were happy.
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