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The heavy winds force our worn out bodies to pull overToo much, we couldn’t fight, and at last we’re wind bound.It was a sandy cove, trees..
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Bone chilling snow drifts through the soul,freezing to pieces leaving a gaping hole.Heating hands on the radiating coal,the frigid winds are taking th..
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I can't go on fills my mind as I enter thetwelfth hour of fourteen.forty kilometers on a canoe treadmill drives me to insanity,taunted by the obsessiv..
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The heat was beating on his back.He thought himself King, not a jack.He is strong, but courage he lacks.hopeful for he won't leave within a sack.The c..
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The muddy trail cakes your entire body.From head to toe grime covers all,leaving less than a trace of cleanliness.Easy the rough trail is not, to succ..
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To become a hero you must have powers,in order save in the trials by hours,and maybe save the princess in many a towers.High morales is the heroes cod..
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The scent of fresh pine,echoes of the raging river off the cliff's panoramic walls,the eagles craw from far above,tiny tweets from the chirp-chirp bir..
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Nothing hurts more than being left out,sitting alone to cry and to pout.Trickle of fear fills his mind with doubt,for he does not know what is going a..
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As if playing hide and seek,you must turn up every stone,and look behind every tree,for that nature patiently waits.Ask around and even take a break f..
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What could be more free than the life of a cloud?to float endlessly through the open skies.buoyantly floating in every way,while watching ants scurry ..
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