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On the warm sand bed I laid still and breathless counting the pigeons crossing the shore to set sail for a long journey. I turned to my sides and let my head sink within the hollows of my forearm. The lens of my spectacles held a foggy capture of the setting sun. Perhaps the Time has come for it all to end, an End yearning a new Beginning. The sand gushed around while I contemplated my presence on this lone Island.

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