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Some time ago I was walking along the border of a wood. Most of the trees where in the wood and stood firm and straight. They protected each other. In the wind they hardly moved. Some trees where grown up outside this border line. When the wind came they creaked and waved, they where moving. Those trees are not firm and straight. They where bruised by storm and rain. They were bent and grown in different direction. And I must say those trees told me from storm and hard wheather, from rainy days or warm days. They lived more because they have experienced so much more! Even the form was a story in it self. And so is life I think, are you bent and bruised? You are interesting for other people. Tell because I lack your ecperience.

I love people who like to think. Right or wrong. But thoughts are as waves to the shore. never stopping, never ending. Always living and with new strengh. To build up and to destroy. Sometimes calm and sometimes wild. So I love the sea as a reflection of human strengh and symbolyse the thoughts of humans. Have you thoughts, tell me, learn me. Every thought can be new and change my life.