Century Bob Opponent Bag Vancouver

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The deserted beach

& Robi Samy California

M Elvillar glided gracefully on the shore, hopped once, twice, until the inertia of the landing was not absorbed from the sand, then shook the feathers of the head and stroked his wings with rapid pecking until satisfied, he stopped to watch the beach and the sea in front of him.
puffed out its feathers, it was cool at that hour, which was not yet evening but had no more day, and stillness of the air, the flat surface of the ocean, and the expanse of white sand on either side, which seemed endless, helping to increase the sensation of cold that started to creep into his hollow bones. That was the time that usually gets his friends, both human and funny is always kept on hand, and sat on the red couch near the shoreline, uttering strange sounds that seemed a sort of language, but Melville could not understand. Just that evening, his friends were not there, and perhaps he sensed the gull would not come.
Melville had always lived in the beach, which always existed, as I recall, as he always was there, observing her form. When he arrived, the beach was a desert of blurry images, only rocky, icy as the sea water that surrounds them. The warm breath of wind that arose from the wings of the Archangel was not there yet, as there were not, forming waves, currents Daughter ocean rose up to heaven.
came slowly, and the first puffs of wind, the rocks gave way to a strip of white sand, putting the sides, so that the waves shape the beach, until his friends finally arrive and take possession. Why was it created in their image, the beach, even before they were created, and for them, and they only existed.
saw them one day this summer, they exchanged glances and smiles, holding hands, sitting on one of those rocks. There were still the wings on his back, and tail fin instead of legs Lei was the beginning of a spell, which soon became a love, a love that would lead them to give up part of their exceptional, but would have given us the possibility to live for each other. And that beach would have existed until they were able to reach it.
which made Melville somewhat confident tonight even if his friends had not seen, this did not mean no longer come, the white beach. Maybe they were busy elsewhere, but the beach still existed. It was their beach. Other similar places, or completely different, there were other parts to other friends from other gull-Melville tended to relate to him any form of life that were not his friends, so for this reason - he knew, but that beach White was only for those two who were holding hands, sitting on the couch next to red sea.
Melville a leap, and flew to the couch, where it settled, get comfortable. He had seen the form that sofa, he observed slowly rising from the sand, waiting for his friends could finally sit back, and saw the sea swell, and the sky clear of cloud cover, and then approached. Would secure him the place, until his friends had not returned, he would sit on the red couch, waiting for their return.
As he followed the thread of his thoughts, Melville felt, or rather felt, a change air. He had got up a gust of wind, heat, coming from the beach, headed for the sea surface, which was beginning to wrinkle. The strong wind ran over him, bringing the shadows fast from the beach and looking up, saw the gull that the clouds were gathering in the east, and slowly lowered over the ocean. The sea was stirring under the violent gust of wind, as if to speed up the waves, increasing their volume, height and intensity.
seemed as if trying to touch the waves and clouds, a touch, a hug.
Melville puffed out his feathers as white as the sand of the beach, and smiled. Agreements that wind like a call from his friends were not there, but you tried, waves and clouds hugging compacted in the same way he had so often seen him do the Archangel el'Ondina.
His friends would come back, he was sure ...
shook its wings, smiling, and hatched, rising in flight towards the horizon.