The young boy sat there watching the waves demolish the last of the once great fortress. The natural flow of the monstrous rush of water is drawn by the gravity of the great night light taking out everything in its path. Extraordinary oranges and dark reds flooded the skies as the source of light begins to drift behind the horizon. The boy closes his eyes and allows his mind to embrace the moment with the warm sand between his fingers and crisp breeze blowing through his hair. He thinks to himself with his eyes still shut "I wonder if she's still watching me. Heh, that letter still makes me happy".
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In every beautiful situation it is the matter of detail which draws the artists master piece. If only my articulation ability and vocabulary could describe what I see in my mind. I guess for now this will have to do.
I write as though she is still reading it. That's why.
"U do"- Big sister
Peter.
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