I hear the echoes of a sound so far away
I just don’t understand a single word they say...
I move closer so that I can better hear,
But when I do they always disappear…
I see the traces of a picture I have dreamed
But when I looked it isn’t what it seemed
Cause every time I made the colors flow...
I’m left with nothing but an empty show
I looked and looked and there at last I found…
A wondrous place with lots of wondrous sound,
There I have found the truth that set me free…
It wasn’t far, it’s just inside of me.
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
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