This is something I was messing with because I wasn’t tired yet, it is pretty rough. Not great, but not horrible either, may end up polishing it some. Good news, writing it made me tired. G’night, and merry Christmas.

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There was a man who had dreamed
every moment of his life.
His voice was silent,
his eyes blind to all but his fantasy,
and the world turned without him, it seemed.
He went to the ocean to feel its spray,
eyes still unseeing, lips still,
and gazed out over the sunlit waves.
Surf crashed, seagulls cried,
sand warmed him as the sun sank in the sky.
Darkness fell, and he slept there,
lulled by the sounds of the sea,
oblivious to the chill in the air.
When he awoke, he saw a beautiful woman
walking slowly up the beach.
She approached him and asked his name,
and he told her with a voice that was once out of reach.
He saw her with eyes he had thought to be blind,
and walked away with her, never to dream again;
he simply lived instead.