The year was 1580, it was quite humid and i could feel the waves gently caressing the steps that lead to me. The hot sun was right on the top of me, basking me with those unforgiving yet radiant rays. I could sense light legs running around giggling and teasing each other with great enthusiasm. The air was filled with the smell of spicy pork and fish. I could some strange sounds coming from a distance, these sounds seemed to be getting closer. The sounds turned in to voices - voices of people. I was unable to decipher what they were saying cause all of them seemed to be talking together. Then it dawned on me, the smell of spicy pork and those voices might be interrelated. The men and women have been working since early morn. It was time for supper.
From where i am, i can see/feel,hear the whole world. The world for me is very beautiful. I can see a huge cannon towards my right. In front of me is something that i would like to call HOPE. The sea has many names - under construction
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