I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the futureCarolina Rain by
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The golden goose has died my prince turned into a frog the Kingdom is lost everyone has turned into stone and I am locked in the tower a play on words from Beyond Sandy Rdige
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