The sea is boundless.
The sea is boundless.
The sea is vast, and the sky and water are the same color as the blue sky. Looking around, the sea and the blue sky formed a horizon that seemed to be slowly rising. The bottom of the sea is even more mysterious. Thousands of fish swim around in the water, bottom bully sharks are constantly foraging, clownfish dance in pairs, sailfish are constantly competing, and I, I am a tiny life, I also live in this mysterious bottom, I am; A little fish. Before, I played in the snow-white waves, ran in the clouds, talked with Grandpa Sun about my life dream, and chased fish with Brother Shark. At night, I slept with my coral sister, resting on seaweed and leaning against the reef, but from that day on, I will never believe that there is such a thing as perfect! That day, I and the cloud sister in the race, suddenly saw a huge ship poured some "water" into the water, but the water is not clear and clean, but some black sticky "water". I want to swim and see what's going on. Before I could touch it, a pungent smell of oil hit my face. It was oil! I tried to stop them, but I saw a fishing boat coming towards me. I thought he was coming to help me, but they caught the crab brothers and the dolphin sisters in their nets on the bottom of the sea and killed them one by one. I tried to ask for help on the beach in Shanghai, but they not only ignored us, they ate us. Oh my God! Who's going to save us? I want to stop them, but what can I do? I'm just a weak fish. I think Brother Shark and Sister Gull asked for help, but I found them. They are gone. The water is no longer as clear and blue as it used to be. Grandpa Sun no longer smiled and talked with me about my life dream. Maybe they'll never come back, ever, ever. Who can tell me where Sister gull has gone? Where are all the people I ran with? Where is Grandpa Sun's smiling face? Where is the same water on the same day? Where is the clear blue water? No one can tell me, but all I can tell you is, who are they? They are; Man and hell and hell
The sea is vast, and the sky and water are the same color as the blue sky. Looking around, the sea and the blue sky formed a horizon that seemed to be slowly rising. The bottom of the sea is even more mysterious. Thousands of fish swim around in the water, bottom bully sharks are constantly foraging, clownfish dance in pairs, sailfish are constantly competing, and I, I am a tiny life, I also live in this mysterious bottom, I am; A little fish. Before, I played in the snow-white waves, ran in the clouds, talked with Grandpa Sun about my life dream, and chased fish with Brother Shark. At night, I slept with my coral sister, resting on seaweed and leaning against the reef, but from that day on, I will never believe that there is such a thing as perfect! That day, I and the cloud sister in the race, suddenly saw a huge ship poured some "water" into the water, but the water is not clear and clean, but some black sticky "water". I want to swim and see what's going on. Before I could touch it, a pungent smell of oil hit my face. It was oil! I tried to stop them, but I saw a fishing boat coming towards me. I thought he was coming to help me, but they caught the crab brothers and the dolphin sisters in their nets on the bottom of the sea and killed them one by one. I tried to ask for help on the beach in Shanghai, but they not only ignored us, they ate us. Oh my God! Who's going to save us? I want to stop them, but what can I do? I'm just a weak fish. I think Brother Shark and Sister Gull asked for help, but I found them. They are gone. The water is no longer as clear and blue as it used to be. Grandpa Sun no longer smiled and talked with me about my life dream. Maybe they'll never come back, ever, ever. Who can tell me where Sister gull has gone? Where are all the people I ran with? Where is Grandpa Sun's smiling face? Where is the same water on the same day? Where is the clear blue water? No one can tell me, but all I can tell you is, who are they? They are; Man and hell and hell
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You oppressed people so much that they just want to be freed., They just want to be by themselves. All by themselves and don't care about money or fame. Although I was famous in church for my Southern gumbo. The Pastor said Rebekka cooked us some of the most excellent gumbo that God gave you. I would be like all Pastor don't. My grandma and mother taught me and my uncle did give me the job. And after being shy of relationships and being married. This man came to my uncle restaurant. He must of been an out of townee or something. He had on this fancy suit and this suitcase. And he would order just a sandwich and chips and a light drink each time. My uncle thought he is from the IRS or some federal agencies. I thought nay he must be up to something. So he told me to keep watch and have good conversations. I shouted Hey you. And he politely looked at me. What;'s your name? My name is Rebekka everybody call me Rebekka. He politely said Mr. Peterson. I said let me buy you a drink on the house. You will love the Caribbean, it's sweet and tangy and full of flavor. And he said Thanks. So I made him the house drink. he just said thanks. I said where are you from? He said pulling his glasses off I am from an agency. i said what the government or something? He said No. And he had a phone call that made him abruptly leave. And I went in the back after checking everyone on a full house. I told my uncle. And he said he still thinks he is from the IRS. He eventually came back and asked what church I go to? I said Calvary Baptist Church down the street. My family always go to church most of the week and so does everybody else. He said Good when is service? I said well they usually do service every Sunday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. He said I will be there and you will find out why I am here. So I politely wave to him and told uncle. And uncle sweated and said be there and tell everyone that I will give them a discount if they find out why he is here. I said Whoa I am not making that gumbo. Uncle if I find out you better hire a new staff because I am tired of gumbo. Days later on Saturday, we were having church and praising the Lord and I was getting my praise on. Just because God is that good and I liked to thank him. And just before prayer, Mr. Peterson stepped in and he said he has to testify. I am from one of the agencies up North. And somebody I need to talk to. Everybody begin talking and scared. The Pastor silenced the church with the choir humming the spiritual, It is Well. And the Pastor spoke to Mr. Peterson and asked him privately but Mr. Peterson resisted and said I will talk to you if I could bring the person out. The Pastor let him. Mr. Peterson said I am looking for Saint, the last name is Saint. And the church laughed we all are Saints in God's eyes. What are you talking about man? said the Pastor. Mr. Peterson said Julia Saint. And the church started asking each other. Then the Pastor said Can we please get on with the sermon? People have to go home. Mr. Peterson said Her name starts with an R. I was shocked but so were the other people. Mr. Peterson said born in Virginia, Mississippi. And my uncle came into the meeting. And he heard and pulled me out and said Rebekka your real name is Julia Rebekka Saint and you were adopted. I said No uncle no. He said shaking his head yeah yeah. I almost passed out when my uncle straighten me out to save the town by saying it was me. I said it quietly and a little louder and then loudly. And Mr. Peterson said That;'s your name, ah ah ah I found her. You are the heir of Mr. and Mrs. Saint you are worth a fortune. Then I passed out and the church members came to help me. i said No Lord no. I worked all my life. I am not a rich snob. I worked all my life. 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