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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-09-04 | | Storm sculptured, in eternal argument with the sea withered giants, fortified with iron fences In the evening drizzle amongst a lump of shivering bodies breathless climb to the ancient arch where the wind was gathering strength for his final attack Lonely, empty, majestic remnant of a past slowly slipping into oblivion âa cool background for our holiday picâ. But, be still and listen to the wind he has stories of the lonely prince, betrayed by his friends â who wanted to save his land from famine and war â find his love and live forever more â Thus shouts the storm, so gushes the rain while the sea claws up on her crumbling claim Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007
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