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The Hidden Village By Sea

I have heard about a village by the sea where everyone has a master and doctorate degree, the population is about ten thousand and they all have unique qualities that you can use when you don’t know who to choose. It is where the heaven meets with the sun when the village is on the run and your heart is humming a familiar tune, and the birds on the swinging branches sing a sweet lullaby pointing you to where destiny lies. I have never been to a place like this where just about everything fits; the scientist and architect lives there and several professors that explore the northern and southern poles and traveled over the hemisphere in a dugout but boat is ready to greet you when you get there. They dissect big fish on frozen ice, when they want to know why the eel fish curls up like snake on ice. They have a drawing of the utmost part of the sea and a brand-new design that you haven’t seen. I have never seen anything like this before creativity is everywhere, it’s like a new world is born and the universe is smiling with respect and dignity. The artist and the mechanic live there too and every kind of talent, you can find there. They live in moderate houses and their diet is very healthy, they have longevity and plenty of money. The houses are behind the bent grass and the scientist lives in houses hidden behind the Bermuda and the bluegrass, if you want to get over there you have to use a helicopter to get there. No one goes there anymore, it is a lost village that lies beyond the shore, the meandering road that lies beyond the river is covered in bush and the villagers open another path to get to and from the villages before night falls. The weather is cool over there and you have nothing to fear, the people don’t have a dime but they are very kind, they are a close-knit community and everyone has a peculiar family, they have lost everything when the ocean flood in, but they help one another and they would never let their neighbor suffer. The hidden village behind the sea has risen up to the third degree, they are building from scratch with everything that they have got. I stand on the hill with binoculars, trying to put the pieces together and wonder what could make those people merrier, and just as I thought of it, the suns peak over the hill, and spread over the tall fescue grass with slander blades on the grassy field and ignite the fire within. Daylight walks about on fine fescue grass and their sprit came alive. I am on the road again; to look for a special friend and, the winding road has taken me to the sunlit path to the hidden village by the sea come and keep my company.

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