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May 31, 2007 Down at the end of the green steps was where he turned to his left, and then left again. A few paces later he was facing the sea. That was the time when it was night, and there was nobody around. The sound of the sea replaced his identity, and where he had thoughts before, there now were only the waves. That was how he disappeared, and afterwards, when he came back from his experience, he wondered how he had remained standing. He was without shoes, and the tall blades from the lawns were different in that area. They were thick, and he stood there, remained there, and wondered about the sea sound, and where he had gone, and if it would happen again. Some lights on the ground were positioned to shine up on the trees. Someone had known something, someone that came before, because the lights were green, yellow, and blue. No matter what happened, those lights were there. One of the lights was a white one, and though ants and insects crawled upon it, and though it was challenged by salt air, rain, or other things, its wattage was high, and it continued to light up the tree and even the ground around the base of it, with its thick blades of grass that surely knew as well as anyone or anything about the sounds of the sea. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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