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The waves call their siren song. White caps rip along the translucent aqua marine. Warm sand and a light breeze toss this beach comber’s hair. The lightness of the froth amongst life’s flotsam and jetsam. You are care free and, “frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”…..
He has always wanted to see Morocco or visit the markets at Marakesh.
Imagine walking through an old redwood forest. Its late evening, damp and foggy.Through the mist you can see tree moss, lichen and patches of mushrooms. In the distance a mossy camouflage shape moves suddenly. It’s a dragon! The dragon stirs and glares at you slinking off into the darkness. You approach the lair cautiously and peer into the dragons nest. Three small eggs of gold shimmer.
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