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Echoing crashes of waves on timber, The boats are tossed as feathers in a breeze; The trawlers return from a day of labour, Yachts are sailing across the stormy seas.
She sat in a world of her own singing to herself on a little hill over looking her little village. Cars hummed and horns honked as she stared at her little busy port village.
Where I belong to be. The smell of sand and sea. To walk among giant's stone. To rest upon his throne. Guinness at sunset. Listening to seagull duet. Sitting on harbour wall.
Birds singing a songful tune, trees swish in the breeze, the sun is gleaming over me, a seagull flies in from the sea.
El calor del Sol no era lo suficientemente sofocante como para buscar refugio debajo de la suave sombra de una palmera, y aunque lo hubiera sido, por lo menos desde el punto donde yo estoy, no se...
I came out to morning sun they were drawing keeler hawls you pressed silent to my side breath - the salt from breeze on tide.
The golden glow of the sun awakes, as it brings itself to glisten brightly over a vast shimmering ocean.
The old man rolled his tobacco, enjoyed his smoke and sat on the same bench in front of the circa 1940s marina every Saturday morning.