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The ivy crawled up his leg as he stood near the bush. He had no intention of allowing this, but his lethargy gave him no choice. As he felt the familiar itch began to call, he jumped away.
A reader, you are reading this. A writer, I am writing this. Good day to you, Good day to me. I hope we are enjoying this day to be. I am no here to interrupt your flow; so please continue on as you go. I hope that this passage though set to rhyme, has not been an incredible waste of your time. Now let us say good bye my minute is up, I sure hope all these words were enough.
I staged a play today. For life is a stage and I lived. I lived as someone else, for you act upon a stage. Does this mean I am not I. That I live a lie. Nay, I live life as a character. Characters are the way I love life. Live Life.
Last night was quite the adventure. I found myself climbing to new heights. It was something id never done before. Something quite nice. Yet i am unsure as to where i am going. I do not know what to do. All that i know is i want to be with you.
The ocean foam is sweet and comforting. The sail blows in the wind. The sun is setting it is beautiful. What else is there to say. I'm now going away.
I missed the pop fly today while standing in right field. My father stood as it flew but i could not catch it in right field today. I tried to, I swear I ran and I ran; i could not catch the pop fly in right field today. My father sat and look down, a frown upon his head. Ill be sleeping outside today, I didn't catch the ball in right field.
The shore, the jersey shore. The beach is where you find the poor. The homeless man with his bags of stuff, the surfer living out of his car, the dog going woof.
It has been weeks since he has seen daylight. His skin white, his pupils large. The sun is blinding, the crown is large. No one is sure why he finally comes out, but they know he is ready.
The wooden panel was on the floor. He was looking through the many files in the enclosure. He found the one he needed. He left.