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Whispers From The Sea
Tuesday, October 14, 2003 12:16:00 PM
by Pamela Faye
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| From driving inspiration unfolds: "My Eternal Love". This story carries on whispers from the sea, it is the breath the sailor draws deep within, it is the salt water that flows through veins, it is the strength of a heart that cries out to raging seas, "Bring It On!" It is the power that calls the sailor to the sea. |
"We are not born of the sea, we simply give our "Eternal Love"....
"The vision unfolded in the author's mind as if she had been standing by his side all along. Truth was stranger than fiction, yet reality had been forever born from distant visions.
The sailor swung his leg over the high-powered motorcycle flicking the ignition switch to ignite the flames of fire surging with the flow of adrenaline through veins. The rev-tachometer climbed in a split second, redlining at thirteen thousand RPM with the jerk of throttle roaring the engine in the stillness of night. His riding boot flicked to the pedal with the clutch disengaging to drop raw power into first gear while the engine sucked in fuel. The Yamaha 1000YZS R1 reared up glistening reflections from red white and black in the full moon's light. Black leathers merged with the machine to become one pounding heartbeat.
The night belonged to the wolf. Precision timing thrust the clutch through five climbing gears, opening the Yamaha's power into a rolling curve to ride on the free spirited winds of passing time.
Crisp cool air was forced deep into the sailor's lungs as he dropped back through gears to viciously haul the machine around twisting turns casting light over foreboding shadows. Cylinders pumped with the roar of thundering power beneath him, consuming his mind to obliterate the harshness of reality that had reared its ugly head. He was as one with the motorcycle that drove him through the night, drinking thirstily from the need for speed, the heat of blood surging through veins. It was a world unto itself, enveloped in the mystery of black velvet skies that forever carried distant visions. His spirit would ride the razor's edge once more......."
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