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Post by Walid bin Kasseem(D) on Aug 24, 2007 5:00:02 GMT -5
The port of Kriti was bustling that morning, and I had resolved to spend the last few days resting by the sea. I saw it enough, truth be, but it seemed I never quite tired of the movement of the waves, the blueness of the ocean, and the way it blended seamlessly into the horizon.
I’d just spent the day on the seaside, letting my escort look after my belongings, finding the water refreshing and enticing. The place was deserted, and so I succumbed to my rising envy, and stripped to my pants, diving in the cerulean waters and relishing the experience.
I wasn’t an amazing swimmer, but I held my own enough to be safe – with all the sea-faring of the past years, it had become a necessity. The tide was gentle, and I allowed myself to float, my eyes gazing at the cotton clouds.
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