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I was born in a blue waterfall in the Nimian Front. Nursed by a nomad, and living off nuts. They call me West the Wunderkind.

Monday, May 19, 2008

The boy of rockridge island

There is a boy who actually has moved to rockridge island. the island of coal and sleet.
There he has built a light house and stares out past the tar lakes for a ship. The wind rips through theisland in cold hailstorm, so strong that rocks pelt him an dhis little shack, often shattering the windows of his light house. But he lives there watching continually vigilant, and without pause.
Some say he is looking for a ship that will never come, that he might as well come back to land, that the tar lakes are no place for a boy, Strange boy, they say. deep in their hearts they hope though, they hope he finds that ship, and goes on that voyage, and comes back to tell them about the world beyond.

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