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	The day is done and the sunset is painting the strand with bright colours. The day is done and the wind forbears from blowing in the pines. The day is done and the structures on sand are melting into the water. The day is done and the beach expires its last breathes before night. The day is done and what is its result ? The day is done and what have been achieved ? The day is done and what have been explored ? The day is done and what have been obtruded ? The day is done and the night is coming. The day is done and the dimness is overcoming the strand. The day is done and the sounds are diminishing on the beach. The day is done and all is coming to rest. Now the day is gone, therefore the darkness is utter. Nonetheless, the ocean is still the same. The waves are still washing the strand. The sea is still singing its lament. The misty dawn will soon appear. The first glimmers will soon reflect on the water. The first sounds will soon reverberate in the beach. Nevertheless, the ocean will still be the same.
	02/08/11 Isabelle Coquinot