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Post by Lyall Pearson on Feb 13, 2007 15:09:01 GMT -5
The day was slowly turning into night and making the blue sky turn into a swirl of pinks and purples. There was a slight breeze coming from off of the ocean and it blew the trees slowly causing little birds to fly off the branches every time the breeze blew them. Since there was a slight wind coming in, it pushed all off the clouds away clearing the sky to make faint yet visible stars appear. A slim man in his earlier twenties stopped on a pathway to crane his head back for a moment and look up at the evening sky. There was a lot on his mind at the moment but he still managed to put a smile on his face. Simple things like this always managed to make him smile. Then after a few moments of simply watching the sky he put his hands in his pockets just standing there looking at the scenery around him. He might miss this place. A little bit. But he still wanted to go to America. He always had. A was going to be lonely when he first got there but he was sure he would make some friends and hopefully some money so he could bring his mother over as well one day. Now all he had to do was wait for the Titanic to depart. Then make it over the water without panicking. He hated being near the ocean. But this was one time he agreed to face his fears. It was going to be fine. From what he had heard, Titanic was unsinkable..
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