Peter Wird
You are walking silently, you turn and see it. You know that is is colorless, but for you it appears green. You recognize the smell, only in the winter does it reveal itself. You savor every second, and you decide that if anything is to happen, you will have to chose: live or die... an old man like me, on a typical day, tired, inexplicably decides to continue living. Without motive, the sea doesn't want him. Not yet.
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