Beyond The Horizon You Will Find A Paradise

Creaking masts awaiting the sailors and the fluttering sailcloth

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The setting sun paints a fiery drama in the sky above the bustling harbour. Bearded sailors work on thick ropes and large stacks of weather-beaten sails.

A family of rats flirts across an anchor rope towards one of the ships. The air is charged with the promise of adventure. The water laps lazily against the sluggish hulls of the ships, while the flaming colours of the sunlit firmament dance playfully over the small waves. The salty air is filled with the unspoken belief that out there lies a paradise waiting to be discovered. Somewhere beyond the horizon.

Here in the harbour, the whole world seems to be busy preparing for the voyage: sounds, scents and shouts blend into an ode to the thirst to explore this paradise – a place of abundance, a world of fulfillment, as seductive as the sweetest nectar of temptation could ever be.

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