Case Study # 1 - The River
In contrast with its cousin, the lake, the river is vast and merciless. It sweeps the particles caught within its' hydrogen and oxygen atoms in a robust, commanding fashion. Swaying in a menacing partnership with the wind, it juts forth and makes no effort to look back. Black, cold and endless as the night is the current finally created. There is no mercy. Only pain.
Case Study #2 - The Lake
Salmon flesh and still, green eyes. The lake is a reminder of the attainable peace life has to offer. Open for contemplation and ever reflective, waiting for companions who've heartbeats. The son of Merriam-Webster, the lake births creative freedom and yields adequate room in which to add to its colors.
Case Study # 3 - The Pond
Innocence. This is where we begin. The pond is safety. The pond is away from all adulteration. The pond just is. The pond is where birds grow wings and snakes get scales.
Case Study # 4 - The Ocean
The culmination of all entities of water is the bluest of all blues -- the ocean. This is the ultimate test, the place where the day is so red. Synthetically lit vessels remain buoyant atop a civilization of wretched, torn down carcasses. Half of them go about, unaware of what is underneath, the other half dodge its' eminence out of the way and set forth into a false hope of industrialization; of creating something bigger than man and his two hands. The ocean is where birds fly to sustain life, where they manifest everything beneath their wings. Ocean is the God too colossal to be shaken by wind. Instead, the breeze passes over the deity and becomes a servant to it. Though, war is inevitable and ships are bound to break. Preoccupied with action rather than vanity, the ocean swallows the sun for its' hue. The ocean is the answer to the fire.
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A sudden calling to think of you, out of the corner of my true blue, deeply lain in the sanded belly, is a joy that needs more developing. Trifle sorry and hasn't-a-damn, your license to “love” seems hardly a shame. Closely linked at some unknown level, Haunted by our grade ‘A’ devils, sorrowful yet overjoyed by life somehow, hopeful and grateful dear Abba, we bow. Seems to me a likely thing, I flew away, you taught me to sing. Now we’ve both faced difficult roads, wonder quietly what the future holds…
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