A light breeze is touching the hair of the old man. He looks younger to fight against the elements. But his feelings are calm. He will remain away what happens. It is no longer one of them. He did not suffer nearly or almost. He wondered just what time he goes home. It's a little cold. And the guys continue to defy the gods. It has never been a fear of being overlooked for the big trip. The challenge is not his big thing. He always preferred diplomacy. For better the means. (Jack Johnson - To The Sea - Brushfire)
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