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To answer: But he that only elect God into a lie,as it is such work;from the mind,healthy is the one who is acted upon and grieves,feed me to the poison of the bittersweet. This was in itself,a monkey and of itself perpetuated his sleep, and tedium. The cold winter-quarter,falls short of the sun,that day be turned in,like the light of the ape reduced to his own way.

It is so calm,this sleeping sea will be sure too sooth the giant. He allows the slow waves to bush him gently upon shore,where the four rivers meet the ocean. Resting his weary head on a rotten log,the giant and i lazily come ashore where the river current is weak. I feel my feet in the sand,the wind wispers poetry in my ear as the oceans lively ways keep a melody so rich and pure,even the giant knows how calming it was to be back home,even he knew this was home,we where home. We could be here,live here,here. Here where the tall pine trees sluggishly loomed over the golden sand beeches and the plentiful rivers greeted the endless ocean that h