A Lonely Breath

Those same waves could've burst in anger and emotion eating almost every inch of breath and/or happiness on the way, or just imitate the same routine they've made for themselves of declaring peace and patience. Well not only waves were so messed up, mighty sun was drowsing in dizziness and weakness was hovering. Even those fluffy spring clouds were powerful enough to give our sun a heavy struggle before setting.
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Fisherman on water |
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Struggling |
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Their Grandma was watching |
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