On a summer day I went to the cliff beside the blue sea. And I saw a man that jumped of the cliff and his clothes where softly gliding in the wind. And the water was calmly waiting for him and his sandles where sadly stranded on the crumbled rogh rocks. All so his dredlocks where flapping in the air like rubbish getting blown away.
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