"I need to know if it still excists," he murmured ... The little boy with pink flushed cheeks stared in the distance. There were no waves, only a dull silence of the sea. He wanted to be caught by the wind, blown away ... As he grew older he wondered if he still could cast his dreams out to the sky and be that little boy again, take on the world filling his head with eerily thoughts.
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