Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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“We have winter’s beginning,” said Ad.
The atmosphere was relaxing, not having met anyone at the airport, Alon began to smile, looking back.
“Let’s find a nice place by the sea and start to build a house,” he survived, and now desperately wanted to live. If he saw Aletta now, he would have strangled her again.
“Let’s find. In the meantime, we look for it and build it; wewill live in the forest?”
“We can. It’s great.”
The boy sighed.
“There are terrible insects which you may be allergic to. Eugene seemed to be boosting your immune system, but you still have to get vaccinated here, and I don’t want you to get sick.”
They walked through the forest on a paved stone path, Alon was scratching, but he wasn’t sick.
“There’s a transient on the beach. There we’ll go.”
The trees thinned, the sun was sparkling in the azure of the vast water gushed to the couple. The golden sand glowed softly. The ocean was mighty and boundless, filled the whole view far and broadwise. Alon gasped, finally believing that life had finally smiled to him. The man went into the ocean. Warm water soaked the clothes and the shoes. Adcame over with his hands to his lips. Alon lay down on the sand. The waves were rolling, pushing, trying to get Alon into the ocean. Tears welled up in the eyes of the beast, he swallowed, dizzy. Alon sat up, hugged the legs of Ad.
“Thank you, thank you,” whispered Alon, he couldn’t speak, emotion clenched his throat.
“Thank you, my god,” said Ad a little puzzled.
“The whole life I’ve been dreaming of living by the sea, thank you for fulfilling my dream,” Alon was poking in the thigh of Ad, hugging him.
“The whole life I’ve been searching you, my god,” shrugged Ad. He didn’t rush Alon, “Maybe you’re gonna undress; it’smore comfortable to swim.”
“I don’t know how to swim,” Alon smiled sheepishly. “Will you teach me?”
Ad smiling nodded.
“There’s a good place,” the boy said seeing a wooden bungalow in the strip of grass, after the sandy beach.
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