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Thursday, 22 June 2017

Mapua



The salty water splashes repeatedly against the wet slimy rocks. People jump off the slippery wet wharf, all the fish swim around in a circling motion, the tall wooden posts stand still in the wet rain. A trees leaves slowly blow off in the strong wind. A dog sniffs a bin near by, pulling its lead. The dark menacing sky full of black thunder clouds. Everything slows down the fish stop, the people at the wharf stop, the rain slows down, everything is quiet it's like time has slowed down nothing matters at that moment apart from that everything is slow and peaceful.         

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