The early morning rise with only a glance of what little light there was to see through all the mystic fog of the day. The waters in the bay just seemed so calm and collective. Yet as the water withers far from the surface of the soft damp sand, the bay with nothing, not even a slight swift breeze could ever over churl the surface of the water. Yet from that distance I sit watching the bay from far above. The waters not dare move the slightest inch, though the water still swept from the sandy feet of the ground. The water in the bay yet so still that neither I nor anyone would tell that the flat misty surface that lie ahead of us was the calm bay that sit still quietly in deep slumber, for the fog in the clouds to clear up again. |
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