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Ah! What a voyage it was... Now when I look back a

Ah! What a voyage it was... Now when I look back at it, I can recall my first steps towards this journey and I feel satisfied with my decision to take this journey on the same day as today. In the moonlight, under the threatening sky, talking with the stars I floated by. By the reflection of the moon in the mirror of calmness, I received inspiration, with the gentle zephyr which touched my cheek mildly, I seeked encouragement and with the lukewarm water of the ocean, I got the power... A charming night it was when I first experienced the joy of floating in the ocean of ink when finally with the first ray of sunrise, a bright dawn followed, the dawn of writing... They say past is a bucket of ashes but in my case, it is a tanker full of smiles and grimaces, full of sunrises and rains and even full of friends. I started my voyage with only the quill as my companion and now I have a full family of writers on my boat. ( caption) Ah! What a voyage it was... Now when I look back at at, I can recall my first steps towards this journey and I feel satisfied with my decision to take this journey on the same day as today. In the moonlight, under the threatening sky, talking with the stars I floated by. By the reflection of the moon in mirror of calmness, I received inspiration, with the gentle zephyr which touches my cheek mildly, I seeked encouragement and with the lukewarm water of the ocean, I got the power... A charming night it was when I first experienced the joy of floating in the ocean of ink when finally with the first ray of sunrise, a bright dawn followed, the dawn of writing... They say past is a bucket of ashes but in my case, it is a tanker full of smiles and grimaces, full of sunrises and rains and even full of friends. I started my voyage with only the quill as my companion and now I have a full family of writers on my boat.
Ah! What a voyage it was... Now when I look back at it, I can recall my first steps towards this journey and I feel satisfied with my decision to take this journey on the same day as today. In the moonlight, under the threatening sky, talking with the stars I floated by. By the reflection of the moon in the mirror of calmness, I received inspiration, with the gentle zephyr which touched my cheek mildly, I seeked encouragement and with the lukewarm water of the ocean, I got the power... A charming night it was when I first experienced the joy of floating in the ocean of ink when finally with the first ray of sunrise, a bright dawn followed, the dawn of writing... They say past is a bucket of ashes but in my case, it is a tanker full of smiles and grimaces, full of sunrises and rains and even full of friends. I started my voyage with only the quill as my companion and now I have a full family of writers on my boat. ( caption) Ah! What a voyage it was... Now when I look back at at, I can recall my first steps towards this journey and I feel satisfied with my decision to take this journey on the same day as today. In the moonlight, under the threatening sky, talking with the stars I floated by. By the reflection of the moon in mirror of calmness, I received inspiration, with the gentle zephyr which touches my cheek mildly, I seeked encouragement and with the lukewarm water of the ocean, I got the power... A charming night it was when I first experienced the joy of floating in the ocean of ink when finally with the first ray of sunrise, a bright dawn followed, the dawn of writing... They say past is a bucket of ashes but in my case, it is a tanker full of smiles and grimaces, full of sunrises and rains and even full of friends. I started my voyage with only the quill as my companion and now I have a full family of writers on my boat.
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