Chapter Twenty-Seven: Her Prologue

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Gently it sway, blue waters splashing neatly cover. Towering the sand, enveloping lands.

Life is nothing but a mirage, it comes and go; depends how to see and feel it, it will be it.

Staring blankly, I sat at the same sand who always accompanied me all this time. They are pretty and beautiful. Common, average. Like I am.

Creating land at the center of the seas and oceans, they accompanied this lonely islands, so do they to me. Spending life in slow motion, I watch moments passed until I, too, passed.
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