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Literature
1. A Kind Boy Called Puffin: Calm Sea
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There was a world, almost like ours,
but not quite,
where a banished prince was enslaved by monsters,
but he fought back,
and made them his friends.
This is his story.
New Birmingham City, State of New Birmingham
“Come for the beaches, stay for our AI future”
Martin was paddling on his surfski, away from the world. His craft; he'd have told you all about it; was a very specific kind of kayak, made to ride the swell, as fast as dreams go. That day the wind was gone, the sea calm. That was perfect on its own way, so the boy could focus on perfection, a tranquil struggle to make the most of each paddle stroke, to make music on the air, to reach the sublime from simple forms.
Rrrrrr–shhh, Anne, his coach, was approaching to his right, the outboard engine purring. ‘Left arm, must keep you high.’, the boy thought. Martin was expecting Anne to find some flaw in his paddling, in truth there's always some flaw. But, sometimes, it's better to leave a young rider, a
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