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all is calm, all is quiescent - the colour magenta, theafternoon breeze finds its way into my soul, as I sit there and enhancethe tranquility, thesolace of the sensory magic,irreplaceable nirvana, my body feels the effect of blood-letting, thewinds brought in fromthe south coast replace suchdrainful inhabitance, my eyelids voluntarily close as the blue horizonline takes shape,stretching out far beyond thesun, the sound of hte blue, an eternity of complete aquiescence, Icannot move, nor do Ineed to, for it is enough to lieon the cliff and become entrapped in a world of escapism and peace,cerulean transcience ofall my imagined shores,a bird of the ocean perches before me and lets out a shriek whichtranscends me back, backto where I write, and thecalm breeze continues to enter my perhipheral
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