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Ocean
Waves crash with white foam.
Wetting dry, hot sand.
Tragic Beauty.
Dangerous.
Calm one day.
Murderous another.
As mysterious as each wave.
Mircales of discovery.
Questions yet to be answered.
A different inspiration to everyone.
Dreams are broken and made reality.
Do not know what it will make you.
Will never know all it's secrets.
Never will find all it's treasures.
Will always be something to someone.
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"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
- Lord Byron
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