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A fusion of ink and lense.
Silent Rage…
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Waves uncharacteristically calm…
The Beach, shells and trees oblivious to the impending harm.
The sea mad at the shore in acquatic silent rage…
Noone can phantom or comprehend the intensity and cumulation of silent rage.
A chilly breeze momentarily tames and diverts the waves…
In the hope the course they take calms down and behaves.
An accumulation of weeds, treasures, creatures that must come to an end…
Like a volcanic eruption, only God knows the consequences that result when the silent rage ends.
.R.i.O.
