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"As the sun shines down the heat from its harmth feels like hot stew pooring down on me. As i hear the waves heart beat started to fade, i look back to the memory stuck in my head of my grandfathers death. His heart was like an eco of knocking slowly fades away as if it knows that its not going to live any longer. Hes eyes starts to close like the sun going down like it has been shot. all i could hear was the machine going silent. As the sun falls, everything goes dark. As i wait alone praying for light as knone as the sun to come back on. But that didnt happen. The sun was not showing, the waves was not ponding and the wind as silent as my grandfathers breath." on 3/26/09