a typhoon was near, misty rain, the sun and strong wind arrived together at the beach, forging the double rainbow, soon there would be beached fish, driftwood, yellowish and salty pounding wave at the once crowded boardwalk. Unwavering next to the swift moving typhoon cloud, both the rainbows mocked me for daring to be there, for my blind foolishness and, maybe, for a short short moment, they cried with me.
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