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just below a marvelous landmark of a metropolis that see's no end to its expansion, lies a stretch of land. curved by many years of our moons control over what covers more then 50% of what anyone could inherit in this world. lies a log. only a few could tell how many years this artifact has gotten to observate. not that it could form opinions and idea's or have the slightest emotion but its there. the smell of sea salt. the ever swallowing winds and waves that swallow this small penninsula, through out the many days the light and darkness have taken there turns, to the forever clock work of the change in seasons. this log, this stump, has sat here. If you believe in destiny, you may come to believe this log serves a purpose for any who find themselves venturing to this corner of the world. love has started here. happiness has found a landmark to add to a foundation to the souls that let it take over them. memorys from a father to a son, to a daughter to a loved one have been forever forged here. no matter how much of are climate changes and reshapes this land all these memorys will stay embedded. unknown to the common folk who stumble upon this stretch of beauty. it will always be there. One cold day. a philosopher, a poet, a man in search of answers that roam uncontrollably through out his body decides to ponder in this place as he seeks an inner answer for his search for peace, harmony and happiness that has been in a bit of a recess for what feels like an eternity for him, hide and seek let your childish memorys take you away as you remember what defines the meaning of hide and seek. this poet feels nothing more then sinking in the ocean like the flat long rock he threw to skip. counting the times its bounces back after hitting its surface. this imagery slowly creeps its way into visualization that it almost resembles himself. beauty in 5 seconds that most in this beautiful world probably have never considered, never captured. he stands up, takes his steps forward. the paralyzing feeling slowly diminishing. each link in the chain that has kept him bound slowly disappears. He begins to wish he had on sandals instead he imagines the feeling of the small pockets of sand away from the rocks creep warm heat into the spaces in between his toes even though its a cold summer set day. he makes another step. his thoughts tend to take him over and do circles each step he takes, each breath he takes. before the poet realizes where he stands he feels the water rush up his legs. as he opens his eyes wondering why he had them closed. he reaches into his pocket to throw another rock he has been holding onto long before stumbling into this beautiful abyss that captures moments unknown to all the unknown souls who have wondered here. he kisses the rock, looks to the distance and tosses it. before the last skip even came the poet had turned around. he knows from this moment on nothing will be the same again but not in a dark gloomy unpredictable way. more in a way that is so new. another adventure, another moment soon to come like the many before who forever embedded there memory's here. a new start. not one wished upon but one that found its way to him, who is watching over the poet making sure there is ground every step he takes? the answer lies in himself. just like it does for you.

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