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Life Is an Art
I had an easel, paint, brushes, everything I needed I was at the beach. My plan was to draw the sun at dawn. It was beautiful. The colors of the sky, the "burning" sea, the breeze that was blowing slowly and the delicate, golden sand
"God, I can't believe I'm here and I can see this " I said to myself, knowing that no one would come at 6 am at the beach to see the gorgeous sunrise.
I was arranging my stuff, when I heard footsteps. I looked in the side where the sound was coming from. It was a quite tall guy, with black hair. He was walking, looking at the ground, his hands in his pockets. I could