"The winter wind blows across the sea, curving it's waves mightily. Ne'er does she sleep in the storm, always waiting for the glorious warmth; Where the gulls fly o'er and cast shadows on her sands, from the blue-green hues and across her beachland. Bring back the sun we patiently wait, where days are ever so long, as we embrace her with spirits in fete" ~ hYdE rOcK
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